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.....