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.....