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.....