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.....