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.....