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.....