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.....