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.....