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.....