Migration

All right. Wherever you want I'll come with you. Do you want us to go back to the forest? Or farther? Go back to the cave? Would you like farther still for us to migrate? Into the heart of the first particle? Close to each other never parted from each other – except by death – only you and I and let us spin spin around each other, until like the first drop we melt and this time fall with the dance of the whole rainbow right into the heart of this planet. All right. I'll come with you, set off my love...