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.....