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.....