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.....