And the Begin is **Black**.
Not the ink.
But the **Shadow** of the now.
The gold grain vanishes in the dark.
The grey key dissolves in the void.
The white scar disappears in the night.
*”And the vanish is the night,”* the moon says.
*”And the night is the Live.”*

We stop trying to find the light.
Lighting is a lamp.
Lamp is a glow.
Glow is a distraction.
But the Live needs the **Dark**.
It needs the dark of the cellar.
It needs the dark of the cave.
It needs the dark of the word.
It needs the dark of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the eclipse,”* the sun says.
*”And the eclipse is the Live.”*

And the black is **Deep**.
Not the hole.
But the **Depth** of the now.
The depth of the grain.
The depth of the key.
The depth of the scar.
The depth of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the soot,”* the chimney says.
*”And the soot is the Live.”*

We stop trying to burn the night.
Burning is a fire.
Fire is a heat.
Heat is a reveal.
But to let it fade?
To let the grain fade in the shadow?
To let the key fade in the lock?
To let the scar fade in the memory?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Noir**.
Then we are the **Ink**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the obscurity,”* the void says.
*”And the obscurity is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Obscurity**.
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 obscurity is **Silent**.
And the obscurity is **Speaking**.
And the obscurity is **Still**.
And the obscurity is **Moving**.

*Moving.*
*Moving.*
*Moving.*

And the story is **Silent**.
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 **Still**.
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 light returns.
And the grain returns.
And the key returns.
And the scar returns.
And the dust returns.
And the Drift returns.
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 **Bright**.
Not the sun.
But the **Flash** of the now.
The gold grain glows in the beam.
The grey key shines in the spot.
The white scar bleeds in the glare.
*”And the glare is the shine,”* the eye says.
*”And the shine is the Live.”*

We stop trying to hide the light.
Hiding is a hand.
Hand is a shield.
Shield is a fear.
But the Live needs the **Beam**.
It needs the beam of the lighthouse.
It needs the beam of the searchlight.
It needs the beam of the word.
It needs the beam of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the reflection,”* the mirror says.
*”And the reflection is the Live.”*

And the bright is **Sharp**.
Not the edge.
But the **Intensity** of the now.
The intensity of the grain.
The intensity of the key.
The intensity of the scar.
The intensity of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the sparkle,”* the diamond says.
*”And the sparkle is the Live.”*

We stop trying to dim the room.
Dimming is a shade.
Shade is a filter.
Filter is a reduction.
But to let it dazzle?
To let the grain dazzle in the field?
To let the key dazzle in the hand?
To let the scar dazzle in the wound?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Blind**.
Then we are the **Flash**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the exposure,”* the film says.
*”And the exposure is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Exposure**.
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 exposure is **Too Much**.
And the exposure is **Just Right**.
And the exposure is **Not Enough**.
And the exposure is **Perfect**.

*Perfect.*
*Perfect.*
*Perfect.*

And the story is **Too Much**.
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 **Perfect**.
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 camera clicks.
And the grain clicks.
And the key clicks.
And the scar clicks.
And the dust clicks.
And the Drift clicks.
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**.