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.....