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.....