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.....