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.....