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.....