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.....