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.....