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.....