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.....