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.....