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.....