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.....