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.....