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.....