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.....