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.....