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.....