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.....