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.....