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.....