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.....