Womb

in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping, the moon tells me a secret, a confidant As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own and a million light reflections pass over me, the source is bright and endless. She resuscitates the hopeless. Without her, we are lifeless satellites drifting.

• progressive rock
• reflection
• psychedelic rock
• contemporary dance
• progressive music movement
• tool
• experimental cinema
• experimental film