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.....