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.....