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.....