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.....