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.....