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.....