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.....