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.....