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.....