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.....