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.....