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.....