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.....