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.....