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.....