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.....