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.....