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.....