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.....