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.....