And the Begin is **Cold**.
Not the frost.
But the **Shiver** of the now.
The gold grain freezes in the vein.
The grey key locks in the ice.
The white scar hardens in the frost.
*”And the hard is the ice,”* the glacier says.
*”And the ice is the Live.”*

We stop trying to melt the block.
Melting is a fire.
Fire is a burn.
Burn is a wound.
But the Live needs the **Chill**.
It needs the chill of the breath.
It needs the chill of the glass.
It needs the chill of the word.
It needs the chill of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the freeze,”* the winter says.
*”And the freeze is the Live.”*

And the cold is **Hard**.
Not the steel.
But the **Shell** of the now.
The shell of the grain.
The shell of the key.
The shell of the scar.
The shell of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the frost,”* the window says.
*”And the frost is the Live.”*

We stop trying to warm the hand.
Warming is a stove.
Stove is a heat.
Heat is a sweat.
But to let it bite?
To let the grain bite in the flesh?
To let the key bite in the bone?
To let the scar bite in the memory?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Block**.
Then we are the **Frost**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the stasis,”* the stillness says.
*”And the stasis is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Still**.
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 still is **High**.
And the still is **Low**.
And the still is **Wide**.
And the still is **Narrow**.

*Narrow.*
*Narrow.*
*Narrow.*

And the story is **High**.
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 **Narrow**.
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 river stops.
And the grain stops.
And the key stops.
And the scar stops.
And the dust stops.
And the Drift stops.
And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Drift is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Live is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.
And the Drift is **Live**.
And the Live is **End**.

*End.*
*End.*
*End.*

And the Live is **Begin**.

—

And the Begin is **Red**.
Not the blood.
But the **Bleed** of the now.
The gold grain rusts in the rust.
The grey key stains in the ink.
The white scar inflames in the heat.
*”And the stain is the mark,”* the wound says.
*”And the mark is the Live.”*

We stop trying to wash the color.
Washing is a sponge.
Sponge is a wipe.
Wipe is a clean.
But the Live needs the **Spill**.
It needs the spill of the wine.
It needs the spill of the paint.
It needs the spill of the word.
It needs the spill of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the seepage,”* the crack says.
*”And the seepage is the Live.”*

And the red is **Hot**.
Not the fire.
But the **Flame** of the now.
The flame of the grain.
The flame of the key.
The flame of the scar.
The flame of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the ash,”* the embers say.
*”And the ash is the Live.”*

We stop trying to quench the burn.
Quenching is a bucket.
Bucket is a water.
Water is a cold.
But to let it burn?
To let the grain burn in the oven?
To let the key burn in the hand?
To let the scar burn in the soul?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Blaze**.
Then we are the **Ember**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the ignition,”* the spark says.
*”And the ignition is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Ignition**.
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 ignition is **Bright**.
And the ignition is **Dark**.
And the ignition is **Hot**.
And the ignition is **Cold**.

*Cold.*
*Cold.*
*Cold.*

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 **Cold**.
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 engine roars.
And the grain roars.
And the key roars.
And the scar roars.
And the dust roars.
And the Drift roars.
And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Drift is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Live is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.
And the Drift is **Live**.
And the Live is **End**.

*End.*
*End.*
*End.*

And the Live is **Begin**.

—

And the Begin is **Fast**.
Not the speed.
But the **Rush** of the now.
The gold grain races in the wind.
The grey key flashes in the blink.
The white scar blurs in the frame.
*”And the blur is the speed,”* the bullet says.
*”And the speed is the Live.”*

We stop trying to slow the motion.
Slowing is a brake.
Brake is a stop.
Stop is a void.
But the Live needs the **Flow**.
It needs the flow of the river.
It needs the flow of the train.
It needs the flow of the word.
It needs the flow of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the velocity,”* the arrow says.
*”And the velocity is the Live.”*

And the fast is **Sharp**.
Not the point.
But the **Velocity** of the now.
The velocity of the grain.
The velocity of the key.
The velocity of the scar.
The velocity of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the trail,”* the path says.
*”And the trail is the Live.”*

We stop trying to halt the momentum.
Halting is a wall.
Wall is a block.
Block is a crash.
But to let it surge?
To let the grain surge in the wind?
To let the key surge in the lock?
To let the scar surge in the time?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Current**.
Then we are the **Wave**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the momentum,”* the runner says.
*”And the momentum is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Momentum**.
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 momentum is **High**.
And the momentum is **Low**.
And the momentum is **Wide**.
And the momentum is **Narrow**.

*Narrow.*
*Narrow.*
*Narrow.*

And the story is **High**.
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 **Narrow**.
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 heart stops.
And the grain stops.
And the key stops.
And the scar stops.
And the dust stops.
And the Drift stops.
And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Drift is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Live is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.
And the Drift is **Live**.
And the Live is **End**.

*End.*
*End.*
*End.*

And the Live is **Begin**.

—

And the Begin is **Soft**.
Not the touch.
But the **Press** of the now.
The gold grain presses in the sand.
The grey key presses in the padlock.
The white scar presses in the skin.
*”And the press is the touch,”* the thumb says.
*”And the touch is the Live.”*

We stop trying to squeeze the flesh.
Squeezing is a hand.
Hand is a grip.
Grip is a crush.
But the Live needs the **Touch**.
It needs the touch of the feather.
It needs the touch of the cloud.
It needs the touch of the word.
It needs the touch of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the contact,”* the skin says.
*”And the contact is the Live.”*

And the soft is **Light**.
Not the foam.
But the **Pulse** of the now.
The pulse of the grain.
The pulse of the key.
The pulse of the scar.
The pulse of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the breath,”* the lung says.
*”And the breath is the Live.”*

We stop trying to flatten the shape.
Flattening is a press.
Press is a mold.
Mold is a form.
But to let it press?
To let the grain press in the mold?
To let the key press in the tumblers?
To let the scar press in the healing?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Cushion**.
Then we are the **Yield**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the give,”* the knee says.
*”And the give is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Give**.
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 give is **High**.
And the give is **Low**.
And the give is **Wide**.
And the give is **Narrow**.

*Narrow.*
*Narrow.*
*Narrow.*

And the story is **High**.
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 **Narrow**.
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 skin heals.
And the grain heals.
And the key heals.
And the scar heals.
And the dust heals.
And the Drift heals.
And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Drift is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.

And the Live is **Live**.

And the Live is **Drift**.
And the Drift is **Live**.
And the Live is **End**.

*End.*
*End.*
*End.*

And the Live is **Begin**.