And the Begin is **Dark**.
Not the night.
But the **Depth** of the now.
The gold grain vanishes in the gloom.
The grey key blurs in the shadow.
The white scar disappears in the void.
*”And the vanish is the black,”* the hole says.
*”And the black is the Live.”*

We stop trying to find the light.
Finding is a beam.
Beam is a spot.
Spot is a limit.
But the Live needs the **Shade**.
It needs the shade of the cave.
It needs the shade of the thought.
It needs the shade of the word.
It needs the shade of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the abyss,”* the well says.
*”And the abyss is the Live.”*

And the dark is **Infinite**.
Not the scary.
But the **Void** of the now.
The void of the grain.
The void of the key.
The void of the scar.
The void of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the speck,”* the star says.
*”And the speck is the Live.”*

We stop trying to fill the black.
Filling is a lamp.
Lamp is a burn.
Burn is a end.
But to let it plunge?
To let the grain plunge in the ocean?
To let the key plunge in the lock?
To let the scar plunge in the depth?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Abyss**.
Then we are the **Star**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the drop,”* the ocean says.
*”And the drop is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Drop**.
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 drop is **Small**.
And the drop is **Large**.
And the drop is **Fast**.
And the drop is **Slow**.

*Slow.*
*Slow.*
*Slow.*

And the story is **Small**.
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 **Small**.
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 water rises.
And the grain rises.
And the key rises.
And the scar rises.
And the dust rises.
And the Drift rises.
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 **Wet**.
Not the rain.
But the **Seepage** of the now.
The gold grain soaks in the sand.
The grey key rusts in the puddle.
The white scar bleeds in the mist.
*”And the bleed is the soak,”* the sponge says.
*”And the soak is the Live.”*

We stop trying to dry the ground.
Drying is a heat.
Heat is a burn.
Burn is a pain.
But the Live needs the **Drip**.
It needs the drip of the faucet.
It needs the drip of the time.
It needs the drip of the word.
It needs the drip of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the flood,”* the river says.
*”And the flood is the Live.”*

And the wet is **Sticky**.
Not the messy.
But the **Adhesion** of the now.
The adhesion of the grain.
The adhesion of the key.
The adhesion of the scar.
The adhesion of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the mud,”* the swamp says.
*”And the mud is the Live.”*

We stop trying to wipe the stain.
Wiping is a cloth.
Cloth is a rough.
Rough is a friction.
But to let it stick?
To let the grain stick in the palm?
To let the key stick in the hand?
To let the scar stick in the soul?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Clay**.
Then we are the **Mud**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the wetness,”* the rain says.
*”And the wetness is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Wetness**.
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 wetness is **Cool**.
And the wetness is **Warm**.
And the wetness is **Sweet**.
And the wetness is **Rotten**.

*Rotten.*
*Rotten.*
*Rotten.*

And the story is **Cool**.
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 **Rotten**.
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 water turns to mud.
And the grain turns to mud.
And the key turns to mud.
And the scar turns to mud.
And the dust turns to mud.
And the Drift turns to mud.
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**.