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.....