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.....