Free radicals in seriatim

Running deeper through these stains

At a moment’s notice of greatness

Behind oxygen’s very own chains

Brown apples to rusted buckets

Fading away behind life’s window sill

Age of existence slowly fading

Although all seems to remain still

Answers of time gloating sober

Magnified in layers of our own lust

Captured in this moment

You only see them as rust.