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.....