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.....