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.....