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.....