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.....