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.....