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.....