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.....