Abraxas - Rolo Tomassi

Fragments, cast offs, one offs

Exposed from your everyday life

Intelligence arose from

Every striking pose

And oh, I know

They like the fragility of

Of handmade, there’s a

Sense of decay

As they control

Some burn

Some melt

Until significance

A cruel awakening

As irrelevant as honesty

Wake up, realise, disappear