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.....