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.....