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.....