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.....