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.....