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.....