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.....