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.....