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.....