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.....