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.....