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.....