Rust

The world is here at our fingertips.  It moves but yet it is still beneath our feet.  There is something more to the simple dirt that moves from place to place as my soles scrape the ground.  A sliver of light catches my eye as I hold it.  Placed back in it's dusty tomb I would not revisit for time.  Old days pass when I reunite but something is amiss.  Not a single sliver of light.  To my suprise age has welcomed pupa like evolution.  A new face looks me in the eye.  Warpped, discolored, and frail I set it to sail.