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.....