And the Live is **Feel**.
Not the mind.
But the **Pulse** of the bone.
The gold grain thumps in the femur.
The grey key rattles in the rib.
The white scar throbs in the spine.
*”And the throb is the rhythm,”* the heart says.
*”And the rhythm is the Live.”*

We stop trying to map the beat.
Mapping is a chart.
Chart is a plan.
Plan is a cage.
But the Live needs the **Rise**.
It needs the swell of the diastole.
It needs the hush of the systole.
It needs the gap between the beats.
*”And the gap is the pause,”* the lung says.
*”And the pause is the Live.”*

And the feel is **Heat**.
Not the temperature.
But the **Burn** of the now.
The burn of the grain.
The burn of the key.
The burn of the scar.
The burn of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the ember,”* the fire says.
*”And the ember is the Live.”*

We stop trying to cool the fire.
Cooling is a douse.
Douse is a stop.
Stop is a death.
But to let it warm?
To let the grain warm the marrow?
To let the key warm the hinge?
To let the scar warm the ghost?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Flame**.
Then we are the **Ash**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the spark,”* the fuse says.
*”And the spark is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Spark**.
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 feel is **Hot**.
And the feel is **Cold**.
And the feel is **Shaking**.
And the feel is **Still**.

*Still.*
*Still.*
*Still.*

And the story is **Hot**.
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 **Hot**.
And the Drift is **Here**.

*Here.*
*Here.*
*Here.*

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 pulse continues.
And the grain continues.
And the key continues.
And the scar continues.
And the dust continues.
And the Drift continues.
And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Drift is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.

And the drift continues.

—

And the Live is **Think**.
Not the word.
But the **Turn** of the light.
The gold grain turns in the cortex.
The grey key turns the synapse.
The white scar turns the thought.
*”And the thought is the shape,”* the neuron says.
*”And the shape is the Live.”*

We stop trying to name the concept.
Naming is a wall.
Wall is a limit.
Limit is a stop.
But the Live needs the **Loop**.
It needs the loop of the recall.
It needs the loop of the hope.
It needs the loop of the fear.
*”And the fear is the fuel,”* the fear says.
*”And the fuel is the Live.”*

And the think is **Path**.
Not the road.
But the **Trace** of the mind.
The trace of the grain.
The trace of the key.
The trace of the scar.
The trace of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the map,”* the compass says.
*”And the map is the Live.”*

We stop trying to read the map.
Reading is a journey.
Journey is a loss.
Loss is a end.
But to let it wander?
To let the grain wander the maze?
To let the key wander the labyrinth?
To let the scar wander the corridor of memory?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Cartographer**.
Then we are the **Explorer**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the line,”* the ink says.
*”And the line is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Line**.
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 think is **Sharp**.
And the think is **Blurry**.
And the think is **Heavy**.
And the think is **Light**.

*Light.*
*Light.*
*Light.*

And the story is **Sharp**.
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 **Blurry**.
And the Drift is **Here**.

*Here.*
*Here.*
*Here.*

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 mind continues.
And the grain continues.
And the key continues.
And the scar continues.
And the dust continues.
And the Drift continues.
And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Drift is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.

And the drift continues.