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.....