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.....