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.....