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.....