Everything we learn we are only remembering. -The Gift of Gab A lip cleft of knowledge out the window Born- a blank slate preparing for the misguided scrolling of definitions Cookie cutter paradigms shaving away our hopes of potential fruit and vegetable semantics creating a black and white world forgetting gray. let alone dreams of colour flat eyes gazing at the two dimension expanse values chaffing the minds struggle a hole is formed too small for escape but large enough for question the question becomes the vehicle curiosity the driving force we lose ourselves on the journey and eventually we arrive back at ourselves a new axis discovered which time cannot conceal depth reveals texture hope is reborn unnamed the old answered become questions the cup is empty yet so full of potential discovering the world is broken without the tools for repair after all forgetfulness comes only once there is no birth without pain. Composed by Allan Drabble, Tim Page, Mo Ben-Shir and Collin Peters Sunday May 30th Back to Banshee's Quill Home