consumption

The Sun is
building then
shadows wide, immediately falling,
August city nearing sunset,
looking up, the highest half still holds the light
gazing down, the other force; cold reversal,
geometry and movement, the shift and the chase,
feeling the constant air,
as weight, as degree, as silence, disruption.
Recognizing the precision, the cobalt pressure
It is inhaling me
and with each hungry moment
it grows, it takes back,
it steals, breathing in every inch
as it consumes, it consumes.