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.....