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.....