And the Begin is **Hot**.
Not the fire.
But the **Heat** of the now.
The gold grain glows in the palm.
The grey key hums in the heat.
The white scar burns in the flesh.
*”And the burn is the touch,”* the hand says.
*”And the touch is the Live.”*

We stop trying to cool the flame.
Cooling is a quench.
Quench is a stop.
Stop is a sleep.
But the Live needs the **Blast**.
It needs the blast of the sun.
It needs the blast of the thought.
It needs the blast of the word.
It needs the blast of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the steam,”* the kettle says.
*”And the steam is the Live.”*

And the hot is **Bright**.
Not the glare.
But the **Glow** of the now.
The glow of the grain.
The glow of the key.
The glow of the scar.
The glow of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the ash,”* the ember says.
*”And the ash is the Live.”*

We stop trying to dim the light.
Dimming is a shadow.
Shadow is a fear.
Fear is a freeze.
But to let it hot?
To let the grain boil in the pan?
To let the key melt in the fire?
To let the scar blister on the skin?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Inferno**.
Then we are the **Volcano**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the spark,”* the flint says.
*”And the spark is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Spark**.
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 spark is **Warm**.
And the spark is **Cold**.
And the spark is **Soft**.
And the spark is **Hard**.

*Hard.*
*Hard.*
*Hard.*

And the story is **Warm**.
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 **Hard**.
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 fire flares.
And the grain burns.
And the key melts.
And the scar smokes.
And the dust turns to smoke.
And the Drift burns.
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**.