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.....