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.....