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.....