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.....