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.....