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.....