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.....