The  Spire             
  
  Once Upon A Time, There Was A     
  Benevolent  Spire, Towering Well  
  Above Our Tallest  Trees. It Was  
  Clad In White Scales, And Shaped  
         Liked  A  Mushroom.        
       We  Loved  It  Dearly.       
  
  It  Predated Us  By  Many Years,  
  And We Did Not Know Its Original  
   Builders.  They  Had  Used  Its  
   Hollow  Body  For Many  Strange  
  Purposes -  A Womblike  Place Of  
  Gestation, A Storage  Of Strage   
  Fluids, A Temple To Some Kind Of  
     Arcane    Deity.               
  
   We  Were   Grateful  For  Its    
   Presence,  And Honored It  The   
    Only  Way  We  Knew  How:  By   
        Breaking        In.         
  
                                          
                                          
  
  This Place We  Called Our  City:  
   Wavy  And Fractured, With  Each  
  Courtyard On A Different Height,  
  Roads  Becoming  Roofs  Becoming  
   Drains. And Some  Places,  Like  
   The Spire, Nobody Had Accessed   
  For Many Years.  Once Its Walls   
   Are Just  Too  High,  And  The   
  Internal Routes To Labyrinthine,  
  A Place Among Others Is  Easily   
             Overlooked.            
  
  So,  Basically, That Summer The   
  Four Of Us Snuck And Climbed And  
  Crawled For Weeks, Searching For  
  A Secluded Place To Do Drugs And  
  Play Music On  Our  Handhelds.    
   Instead  We  Found  Vast  Lungs  
   Drained   Of   Their  Catalyst   
  Sludge, And A Birds-Eye  View To  
   Make Sense  Of Our Roamings For  
          Years  To   Come.         
  
   A Central  Spine,  A  Staircase  
  Around It, The  Seven  Toroidal   
  Lungs Stacked Outside,  And The   
  Control Room On Top. The Sockets  
  For Its Eyes. The Smaller Spires  
   For   Radiating  Consciousness   
            Invitations.            
  
                                          
  
  In Twenty fourteen, The Tower Is  
   Toppled And Eaten By  Machines.  
  After A While, Something  New Is  
   Conjured  In Its  Place. It'S A  
  Tiny  Maw At First, Shorter Than  
   Us,  And  We  Let  It  Be.  Our  
  Journeys Still  End At Its Feet.  
  
  But Then We  Are  Betrayed.  The  
  New Tower  Eats Us.  Others  Are  
  Sucked Inside. New Buildings Are  
  Manifested  Overnight,  Only  To  
  Disappear In  The  Evening  Fog.  
  For  A  While  Its Some Kind  Of  
  Timeshare Scam. Goons Are Placed  
  Outside, And  We Get Beaten Up A  
   Few  Times,  And  Stop  Going.   
  
   Iirc  It'S Currently  Owned  By  
  Some Energy drink Baron Who Uses  
  It To Hold All His  Fourty Eight  
             Cars.....