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.....