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.....