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.....