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.....