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.....