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.....