And the wake is **See**.
Not the eye.
But the **Glance** of the waking.
The gold grain gleams in the glass.
The grey key glints on the table.
The white scar shows on the arm.
*”And the show is the sight,”* the lens says.
*”And the sight is the Live.”*

We stop trying to focus the lens.
Focusing is a zoom.
Zoom is a cut.
Cut is a loss.
But the Live needs the **Scan**.
It needs the scan of the room.
It needs the scan of the light.
It needs the scan of the shadow.
It needs the scan of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the blur,”* the window says.
*”And the blur is the Live.”*

And the see is **View**.
Not the picture.
But the **Panorama** of the now.
The panorama of the grain.
The panorama of the key.
The panorama of the scar.
The panorama of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the floor,”* the house says.
*”And the floor is the Live.”*

We stop trying to memorize the space.
Memorizing is a file.
File is a static.
Static is a freeze.
But to let it register?
To let the grain register in the retina?
To let the key register in the periphery?
To let the scar register in the skin?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Gazer**.
Then we are the **Focus**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the look,”* the mirror says.
*”And the look is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Look**.
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 see is **Bright**.
And the see is **Dim**.
And the see is **Clear**.
And the see is **Hazy**.

*Hazy.*
*Hazy.*
*Hazy.*

And the story is **Bright**.
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 **Hazy**.
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 vision softens.
And the grain softens.
And the key softens.
And the scar softens.
And the dust softens.
And the Drift softens.
And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Drift is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.

And the eyes close again.
Not to sleep.
But to **Hear**.