what are we?

What are we? Only fragments of such now extinct looking for idolatry, that little flicker that can rekindle us. What are we? Only eyes that know how to observe the smallest defects, but, they let slip between the fingers of the most congrats things. What are we? Volcanoes in the process of eruption for the slightest whimsy. What are we? what? we are. Are we? what?