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.....