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.....