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.....