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.....