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.....