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.....