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.....