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.....