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.....