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.....