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.....