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.....