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.....