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.....