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.....