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.....