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.....