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.....