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.....