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.....