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.....