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.....