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.....