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.....