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.....