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.....