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.....