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.....