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.....