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.....