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.....