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.....