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.....