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.....