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.....