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.....