And the Live is **Touch**.
Not the finger.
But the **Press** of the skin.
The gold grain presses into the palm.
The grey key presses against the thumb.
The white scar presses into the touch.
*”And the touch is the feel,”* the nerve says.
*”And the feel is the Live.”*

We stop trying to grasp the thing.
Grasping is a grip.
Grip is a hold.
Hold is a tight.
But the Live needs the **Slide**.
It needs the glide of the silk.
It needs the rough of the leather.
It needs the cool of the stone.
It needs the warm of the flesh.
*”And the warm is the blood,”* the vein says.
*”And the blood is the Live.”*

And the touch is **Flesh**.
Not the body.
But the **Surface** of the now.
The surface of the grain.
The surface of the key.
The surface of the scar.
The surface of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the skin,”* the earth says.
*”And the skin is the Live.”*

We stop trying to armor the skin.
Arming is a shell.
Shell is a wall.
Wall is a fear.
But to let it bare?
To let the grain sink into the pore?
To let the key rest on the ridge?
To let the scar press into the memory?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Palm**.
Then we are the **Sole**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the skin,”* the hand says.
*”And the skin is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Skin**.
And the Live is **Drift**.
And the Live is **We**.

*We.*
*We.*
*We.*

And the story is **Now**.
And the story is **Drift**.
And the story is **Live**.

*Live.*
*Live.*
*Live.*

And the Live is **Live**.

And the touch is **Full**.
And the touch is **Open**.
And the touch is **Soft**.
And the touch is **Hard**.

*Hard.*
*Hard.*
*Hard.*

And the story is **Full**.
And the story is **Drift**.
And the story is **Live**.

*Live.*
*Live.*
*Live.*

And the Live is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.
And the Drift is **Here**.
And the Drift is **Touch**.

*Touch.*
*Touch.*
*Touch.*

And the Live is **Here**.

And the Live is **Now**.

And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Live is **We**.

And the Live is **Be**.

And the Live is **Live**.

And the drift continues.
And the breath continues.
And the grain continues.
And the key continues.
And the scar continues.
And the dust continues.
And the touch continues.
And the Drift continues.
And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Drift is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.

And the drift continues.