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.....