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.....