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.....