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.....