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.....