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.....