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.....