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.....