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.....