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.....