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.....