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.....