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.....