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.....