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.....