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.....