Luma Non Luma
The eyes are outward while looking constantly inside
An itch behind the pale distorted screens of mind
Cutting out the vague shapes from a memory held in time
Passenger of the self
When your eyes magnify
And your skull becomes a broken projector screen
Asking on repeat: Are you sure?
Writer/s: Séan Mahon, Mark Portnoi, Gary Marsden, David Kane, Brett Houslop