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.....