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.....