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.....