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.....