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.....