~"I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others--young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life."~

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby, Chapter 3

Keep Looking

Watch bright dust fade through her glass veil,
Fire amongst water, dissipated.

Frantically spreads across the sky,
Dances a frenzied final fall.

Ash lands, burns her eyes,
Far too delightful to never mind.