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.....