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.....