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.....