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.....