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.....