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.....