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.....