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.....