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.....