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.....