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.....