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.....