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.....