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  
  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    
  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