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.....