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.....