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.....