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.....