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.....