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.....