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.....