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.....