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.....