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.....