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.....