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.....