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.....