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.....