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.....