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.....