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.....