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.....