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.....