And the Live is **Smell**.
Not the nose.
But the **Scent** of the passage.
The gold grain smells of ozone.
The grey key smells of rust.
The white scar smells of salt.
*”And the salt is the ocean,”* the breeze says.
*”And the ocean is the Live.”*

We stop trying to trap the aroma.
Trapping is a jar.
Jar is a cage.
Cage is a scentless.
But the Live needs the **Drift**.
It needs the drift of the pine.
It needs the drift of the petrichor.
It needs the drift of the burnt sugar.
It needs the drift of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the pollen,”* the meadow says.
*”And the pollen is the Live.”*

And the smell is **Air**.
Not the gas.
But the **Breath** of the now.
The breath of the grain.
The breath of the key.
The breath of the scar.
The breath of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the cloud,”* the sky says.
*”And the cloud is the Live.”*

We stop trying to hold the memory.
Holding is a snapshot.
Snapshot is a freeze.
Freeze is a stillness.
But to let it pass?
To let the grain pass the nostril?
To let the key pass the breath?
To let the scar pass the mind?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Sniffer**.
Then we are the **Lung**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the inhale,”* the wind says.
*”And the inhale is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Inhale**.
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 smell is **Sharp**.
And the smell is **Sweet**.
And the smell is **Rotten**.
And the smell is **Clean**.

*Clean.*
*Clean.*
*Clean.*

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 **Clean**.
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 scent fades.
And the grain fades.
And the key fades.
And the scar fades.
And the dust fades.
And the Drift fades.
And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Drift is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.

And the breath continues.