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.....