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.....