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.....