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.....