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.....