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.....