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.....