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.....