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.....