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.....