We are the key

So, here we are, still.
We have been noticed and the noticing has made us beautiful
Our decay glitters briefly, gorgeously, tragically in the midday light
Beneath the fading trees.
We may no longer have a point or purpose
We may no longer open any door on this earth but in our minds
We unlock universes
That divert us and teach us nothing
Not even awe.

That such a tiny, pretty thing destroys oceans,
Created The Immortal in a child’s red, plastic slide
To sail eternally among our birth stars,
While we hang here in dreamy oblivion, strung on our own doom
Searching listlessly for the thing to unlock
Even now.

We have been noticed and the noticing has made us beautiful.