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.....