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.....