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.....