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.....