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.....