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.....