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.....