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  
  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   
  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