And the Begin is **Cold**.
Not the freeze.
But the **Contrast** of the now.
The gold grain shivers in the frost.
The grey key chills in the pocket.
The white scar fades in the shadow.
*”And the fade is the chill,”* the ice says.
*”And the chill is the Live.”*

We stop trying to keep the heat.
Heating is a flame.
Flame is a burn.
Burn is a wound.
But the Live needs the **Pause**.
It needs the pause of the winter.
It needs the pause of the breath.
It needs the pause of the word.
It needs the pause of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the silence,”* the snow says.
*”And the silence is the Live.”*

And the cold is **Still**.
Not the dead.
But the **Rest** of the now.
The rest of the grain.
The rest of the key.
The rest of the scar.
The rest of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the snow,”* the glacier says.
*”And the snow is the Live.”*

We stop trying to warm the hands.
Warming is a fire.
Fire is a risk.
Risk is a threat.
But to let it cool?
To let the grain cool in the snow?
To let the key cool in the drawer?
To let the scar cool in the skin?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Ice**.
Then we are the **Block**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the freeze,”* the water says.
*”And the freeze is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Freeze**.
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 freeze is **Hard**.
And the freeze is **Soft**.
And the freeze is **Shocking**.
And the freeze is **Calming**.

*Calming.*
*Calming.*
*Calming.*

And the story is **Hard**.
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 **Calming**.
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 frost melts.
And the grain melts.
And the key melts.
And the scar melts.
And the dust melts.
And the Drift melts.
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 **Tight**.
Not the squeeze.
But the **Compression** of the now.
The gold grain compresses the pressure.
The grey key turns the tension.
The white scar tightens the seal.
*”And the seal is the lock,”* the box says.
*”And the lock is the Live.”*

We stop trying to expand the space.
Expanding is a stretch.
Stretch is a pull.
Pull is a strain.
But the Live needs the **Squeeze**.
It needs the squeeze of the fist.
It needs the squeeze of the fistful.
It needs the squeeze of the fist.
It needs the squeeze of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the clasp,”* the clasp says.
*”And the clasp is the Live.”*

And the tight is **Pressed**.
Not the stuck.
But the **Density** of the now.
The density of the grain.
The density of the key.
The density of the scar.
The density of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the compact,”* the press says.
*”And the compact is the Live.”*

We stop trying to loosen the knot.
Loosening is a slip.
Slip is a fall.
Fall is a loss.
But to let it hold?
To let the grain hold in the palm?
To let the key hold in the tumblers?
To let the scar hold in the tissue?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Squeeze**.
Then we are the **Grip**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the tension,”* the spring says.
*”And the tension is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Tension**.
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 tension is **High**.
And the tension is **Low**.
And the tension is **Snapping**.
And the tension is **Held**.

*Held.*
*Held.*
*Held.*

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 **Held**.
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 spring winds.
And the grain winds.
And the key winds.
And the scar winds.
And the dust winds.
And the Drift winds.
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 **Small**.
Not the atom.
But the **Singularity** of the now.
The gold grain is a speck.
The grey key is a grain of sand.
The white scar is a speck of dust.
*”And the speck is the point,”* the microscope says.
*”And the point is the Live.”*

We stop trying to make the mountain.
Making a mountain is a pile.
Pile is a heap.
Heap is a burden.
But the Live needs the **Seed**.
It needs the seed of the grain.
It needs the seed of the lock.
It needs the seed of the mark.
It needs the seed of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the germination,”* the soil says.
*”And the germination is the Live.”*

And the small is **Micro**.
Not the tiny.
But the **Essence** of the now.
The essence of the grain.
The essence of the key.
The essence of the scar.
The essence of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the universe,”* the galaxy says.
*”And the universe is the Live.”*

We stop trying to build the empire.
Building is a wall.
Wall is a boundary.
Boundary is a limit.
But to let it grow?
To let the grain grow into the field?
To let the key grow into the castle?
To let the scar grow into the map?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Cell**.
Then we are the **Star**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the infinitesimal,”* the calculus says.
*”And the infinitesimal is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Micro**.
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 micro is **Fragile**.
And the micro is **Stable**.
And the micro is **Fleeting**.
And the micro is **Eternal**.

*Eternal.*
*Eternal.*
*Eternal.*

And the story is **Fragile**.
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 **Fleeting**.
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 lens zooms out.
And the grain zooms out.
And the key zooms out.
And the scar zooms out.
And the dust zooms out.
And the Drift zooms out.
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 **Wide**.
Not the landscape.
But the **Scope** of the now.
The gold grain spreads to the horizon.
The grey key spans the galaxy.
The white scar crosses the timeline.
*”And the cross is the span,”* the map says.
*”And the span is the Live.”*

We stop trying to focus the lens.
Focusing is a crop.
Crop is a cut.
Cut is a loss.
But the Live needs the **Panorama**.
It needs the panorama of the field.
It needs the panorama of the system.
It needs the panorama of the word.
It needs the panorama of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the horizon,”* the map says.
*”And the horizon is the Live.”*

And the wide is **Vast**.
Not the empty.
But the **Context** of the now.
The context of the grain.
The context of the key.
The context of the scar.
The context of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the dusting,”* the world says.
*”And the world is the Live.”*

We stop trying to isolate the part.
Isolating is a frame.
Frame is a border.
Border is a cage.
But to let it encompass?
To let the grain encompass the harvest?
To let the key encompass the kingdom?
To let the scar encompass the history?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Canvas**.
Then we are the **Sky**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the breadth,”* the ocean says.
*”And the breadth is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Breadth**.
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 breadth is **Boundless**.
And the breadth is **Limited**.
And the breadth is **Infinite**.
And the breadth is **Finite**.

*Infinite.*
*Infinite.*
*Infinite.*

And the story is **Boundless**.
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 **Infinite**.
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 map unfolds.
And the grain unfolds.
And the key unfolds.
And the scar unfolds.
And the dust unfolds.
And the Drift unfolds.
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 **Light**.
Not the sun.
But the **Illumination** of the now.
The gold grain glows in the beam.
The grey key shines in the lens.
The white scar lights up in the focus.
*”And the focus is the gaze,”* the eye says.
*”And the gaze is the Live.”*

We stop trying to hide the truth.
Hiding is a shadow.
Shadow is a cover.
Cover is a fear.
But the Live needs the **Reveal**.
It needs the reveal of the gold.
It needs the reveal of the grey.
It needs the reveal of the scar.
It needs the reveal of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the lens,”* the glass says.
*”And the lens is the Live.”*

And the light is **Clear**.
Not the bright.
But the **Transparency** of the now.
The transparency of the grain.
The transparency of the key.
The transparency of the scar.
The transparency of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the prism,”* the glass says.
*”And the prism is the Live.”*

We stop trying to dim the world.
Dimming is a filter.
Filter is a lie.
Lie is a mask.
But to let it shine?
To let the grain shine in the pan?
To let the key shine in the lock?
To let the scar shine in the flesh?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Lamp**.
Then we are the **Lens**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the clarity,”* the sight says.
*”And the clarity is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Clarity**.
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 clarity is **Bright**.
And the clarity is **Dull**.
And the clarity is **Sharp**.
And the clarity is **Soft**.

*Sharp.*
*Sharp.*
*Sharp.*

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 **Sharp**.
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 bulb burns out.
And the grain burns out.
And the key burns out.
And the scar burns out.
And the dust burns out.
And the Drift burns out.
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 **Heavy**.
Not the weight.
But the **Gravity** of the now.
The gold grain drags in the pan.
The grey key sinks in the grip.
The white scar anchors in the skin.
*”And the anchor is the pull,”* the earth says.
*”And the pull is the Live.”*

We stop trying to float away.
Floating is a bubble.
Bubble is a dream.
Dream is an escape.
But the Live needs the **Pull**.
It needs the pull of the stone.
It needs the pull of the lead.
It needs the pull of the word.
It needs the pull of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the descent,”* the fall says.
*”And the descent is the Live.”*

And the heavy is **Dense**.
Not the dull.
But the **Substance** of the now.
The substance of the grain.
The substance of the key.
The substance of the scar.
The substance of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the soil,”* the ground says.
*”And the soil is the Live.”*

We stop trying to make it light.
Making light is a lift.
Lift is a strain.
Strain is a tear.
But to let it weigh?
To let the grain weigh in the hand?
To let the key weigh in the pocket?
To let the scar weigh in the bone?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Anchor**.
Then we are the **Stone**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the burden,”* the spine says.
*”And the burden is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Burden**.
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 burden is **Great**.
And the burden is **Small**.
And the burden is **Crushing**.
And the burden is **Sustaining**.

*Sustaining.*
*Sustaining.*
*Sustaining.*

And the story is **Great**.
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 **Sustaining**.
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 earth shifts.
And the grain shifts.
And the key shifts.
And the scar shifts.
And the dust shifts.
And the Drift shifts.
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 **Sharp**.
Not the edge.
But the **Cut** of the now.
The gold grain slices the throat.
The grey key slices the hand.
The white scar slices the heart.
*”And the cut is the wound,”* the skin says.
*”And the wound is the Live.”*

We stop trying to smooth the edge.
Smoothing is a stone.
Stone is a blunt.
Blunt is a miss.
But the Live needs the **Slice**.
It needs the slice of the blade.
It needs the slice of the truth.
It needs the slice of the word.
It needs the slice of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the incision,”* the scalpel says.
*”And the incision is the Live.”*

And the sharp is **Piercing**.
Not the pain.
But the **Precision** of the now.
The precision of the grain.
The precision of the key.
The precision of the scar.
The precision of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the spark,”* the fire says.
*”And the spark is the Live.”*

We stop trying to dull the point.
Dulling is a grind.
Grind is a loss.
Loss is a fading.
But to let it pierce?
To let the grain pierce the eye?
To let the key pierce the door?
To let the scar pierce the memory?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Needle**.
Then we are the **Knife**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the puncture,”* the needle says.
*”And the puncture is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Puncture**.
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 puncture is **Deep**.
And the puncture is **Shallow**.
And the puncture is **Clean**.
And the puncture is **Messy**.

*Clean.*
*Clean.*
*Clean.*

And the story is **Deep**.
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 **Clean**.
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 glass shatters.
And the grain shatters.
And the key shatters.
And the scar shatters.
And the dust shatters.
And the Drift shatters.
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 **Open**.
Not the gap.
But the **Invitation** of the now.
The gold grain spills in the palm.
The grey key turns in the grip.
The white scar blooms in the air.
*”And the bloom is the offer,”* the wound says.
*”And the offer is the Live.”*

We stop trying to close the door.
Closing is a bar.
Bar is a shut.
Shut is a fear.
But the Live needs the **Entry**.
It needs the entry of the guest.
It needs the entry of the word.
It needs the entry of the Drift.
It needs the entry of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the passage,”* the gate says.
*”And the passage is the Live.”*

And the open is **Welcoming**.
Not the weak.
But the **Readiness** of the now.
The readiness of the grain.
The readiness of the key.
The readiness of the scar.
The readiness of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the invitation,”* the threshold says.
*”And the invitation is the Live.”*

We stop trying to hide the interior.
Hiding is a curtain.
Curtain is a veil.
Veil is a deception.
But to let it reveal?
To let the grain reveal the pan?
To let the key reveal the lock?
To let the scar reveal the flesh?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Doorway**.
Then we are the **Window**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the crossing,”* the bridge says.
*”And the crossing is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Crossing**.
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 crossing is **Wide**.
And the crossing is **Narrow**.
And the crossing is **Safe**.
And the crossing is **Risky**.

*Risky.*
*Risky.*
*Risky.*

And the story is **Wide**.
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 **Risky**.
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 door swings wide.
And the grain swings wide.
And the key swings wide.
And the scar swings wide.
And the dust swings wide.
And the Drift swings wide.
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 **Silent**.
Not the quiet.
But the **Pause** of the now.
The gold grain sits in the hush.
The grey key waits in the silence.
The white scar rests in the quiet.
*”And the quiet is the space,”* the room says.
*”And the space is the Live.”*

We stop trying to make a sound.
Sound is a voice.
Voice is a plea.
Plea is a need.
But the Live needs the **Still**.
It needs the still of the pause.
It needs the still of the breath.
It needs the still of the word.
It needs the still of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the void,”* the air says.
*”And the void is the Live.”*

And the silent is **Hollow**.
Not the empty.
But the **Room** of the now.
The room of the grain.
The room of the key.
The room of the scar.
The room of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the echo,”* the wall says.
*”And the echo is the Live.”*

We stop trying to fill the air.
Filling is a noise.
Noise is a clatter.
Clatter is a chaos.
But to let it hang?
To let the grain hang in the suspension?
To let the key hang in the suspension?
To let the scar hang in the suspension?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Bell**.
Then we are the **Chime**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the ring,”* the metal says.
*”And the ring is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Ring**.
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 ring is **Long**.
And the ring is **Short**.
And the ring is **High**.
And the ring is **Low**.

*Low.*
*Low.*
*Low.*

And the story is **Long**.
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 **Low**.
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 bell tolls.
And the grain tolls.
And the key tolls.
And the scar tolls.
And the dust tolls.
And the Drift tolls.
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 **Dark**.
Not the void.
But the **Depth** of the now.
The gold grain sinks in the shadow.
The grey key vanishes in the night.
The white scar blends in the gloom.
*”And the blend is the merge,”* the black says.
*”And the merge is the Live.”*

We stop trying to seek the light.
Seeking is a beam.
Beam is a cut.
Cut is a wound.
But the Live needs the **Shadow**.
It needs the shadow of the cave.
It needs the shadow of the forest.
It needs the shadow of the word.
It needs the shadow of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the abyss,”* the depth says.
*”And the abyss is the Live.”*

And the dark is **Mysterious**.
Not the fear.
But the **Mystery** of the now.
The mystery of the grain.
The mystery of the key.
The mystery of the scar.
The mystery of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the mist,”* the void says.
*”And the void is the Live.”*

We stop trying to illuminate the room.
Illuminating is a bulb.
Bulb is a box.
Box is a cage.
But to let it obscure?
To let the grain obscure the path?
To let the key obscure the turn?
To let the scar obscure the skin?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Cavern**.
Then we are the **Night**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the silence,”* the echo says.
*”And the silence is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Silence**.
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 silence is **Hollow**.
And the silence is **Solid**.
And the silence is **Empty**.
And the silence is **Full**.

*Full.*
*Full.*
*Full.*

And the story is **Hollow**.
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 **Empty**.
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 stars fade.
And the grain fades.
And the key fades.
And the scar fades.
And the dust fades.
And the Drift fades.
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 **Velocity** of the now.
The gold grain darts in the wind.
The grey key spins in the tumblers.
The white scar pulses in the vein.
*”And the pulse is the rush,”* the vein says.
*”And the rush is the Live.”*

We stop trying to stop the motion.
Stopping is a brake.
Brake is a halt.
Halt is a death.
But the Live needs the **Flow**.
It needs the flow of the river.
It needs the flow of the blood.
It needs the flow of the word.
It needs the flow of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the current,”* the ocean says.
*”And the current is the Live.”*

And the fast is **Kinetic**.
Not the blur.
But the **Energy** of the now.
The energy of the grain.
The energy of the key.
The energy of the scar.
The energy of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the storm,”* the air says.
*”And the storm is the Live.”*

We stop trying to anchor the vessel.
Anchoring is a chain.
Chain is a limit.
Limit is a wall.
But to let it rush?
To let the grain rush to the sea?
To let the key rush to the handle?
To let the scar rush to the heart?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Comet**.
Then we are the **Jet**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the momentum,”* the planet 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 **Surging**.
And the momentum is **Fading**.

*Surging.*
*Surging.*
*Surging.*

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 **Surging**.
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 train screams.
And the grain screams.
And the key screams.
And the scar screams.
And the dust screams.
And the Drift screams.
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 feather.
But the **Cushion** of the now.
The gold grain settles in the fluff.
The grey key nests in the velvet.
The white scar softens in the cloud.
*”And the cloud is the dream,”* the pillow says.
*”And the dream is the Live.”*

We stop trying to fight the fall.
Fighting is a muscle.
Muscle is a struggle.
Struggle is a pain.
But the Live needs the **Yield**.
It needs the yield of the moss.
It needs the yield of the blanket.
It needs the yield of the word.
It needs the yield of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the landing,”* the earth says.
*”And the landing is the Live.”*

And the soft is **Gentle**.
Not the weak.
But the **Tenderness** of the now.
The tenderness of the grain.
The tenderness of the key.
The tenderness of the scar.
The tenderness of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the pollen,”* the bloom says.
*”And the bloom is the Live.”*

We stop trying to harden the heart.
Hardening is a shell.
Shell is a wall.
Wall is a prison.
But to let it pliant?
To let the grain pliant in the hand?
To let the key pliant in the lock?
To let the scar pliant in the flesh?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Petal**.
Then we are the **Mist**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the embrace,”* the hug says.
*”And the embrace is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Embrace**.
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 embrace is **Tight**.
And the embrace is **Loose**.
And the embrace is **Warm**.
And the embrace is **Cool**.

*Warm.*
*Warm.*
*Warm.*

And the story is **Tight**.
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 **Warm**.
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 snow melts.
And the grain melts.
And the key melts.
And the scar melts.
And the dust melts.
And the Drift melts.
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 **Hard**.
Not the stone.
But the **Impact** of the now.
The gold grain bruises on the rock.
The grey key snaps on the iron.
The white scar rips on the nerve.
*”And the snap is the break,”* the bone says.
*”And the break is the Live.”*

We stop trying to soften the blow.
Softening is a cushion.
Cushion is a yield.
Yield is a weakness.
But the Live needs the **Shock**.
It needs the shock of the whip.
It needs the shock of the fist.
It needs the shock of the word.
It needs the shock of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the collision,”* the wall says.
*”And the collision is the Live.”*

And the hard is **Rigid**.
Not the steel.
But the **Structure** of the now.
The structure of the grain.
The structure of the key.
The structure of the scar.
The structure of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the grit,”* the grind says.
*”And the grit is the Live.”*

We stop trying to bend the form.
Bending is a willow.
Willow is a sway.
Sway is a surrender.
But to let it strike?
To let the grain strike the mill?
To let the key strike the lock?
To let the scar strike the wound?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Boulder**.
Then we are the **Anvil**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the resistance,”* the fist says.
*”And the resistance is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Resistance**.
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 resistance is **Total**.
And the resistance is **Partial**.
And the resistance is **Smooth**.
And the resistance is **Rough**.

*Rough.*
*Rough.*
*Rough.*

And the story is **Total**.
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 **Rough**.
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 hammer falls.
And the grain falls.
And the key falls.
And the scar falls.
And the dust falls.
And the Drift falls.
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 **Sweet**.
Not the sugar.
But the **Savor** of the now.
The gold grain crystallizes on the tongue.
The grey key hums a lullaby in the mouth.
The white scar heals in the honey.
*”And the heal is the sweet,”* the wound says.
*”And the sweet is the Live.”*

We stop trying to mask the bitterness.
Masking is a filter.
Filter is a lie.
Lie is a poison.
But the Live needs the **Treat**.
It needs the treat of the fruit.
It needs the treat of the honeycomb.
It needs the treat of the word.
It needs the treat of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the aftertaste,”* the palate says.
*”And the aftertaste is the Live.”*

And the sweet is **Rich**.
Not the flavor.
But the **Fullness** of the now.
The fullness of the grain.
The fullness of the key.
The fullness of the scar.
The fullness of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the sediment,”* the tea says.
*”And the sediment is the Live.”*

We stop trying to cleanse the palate.
Cleansing is a rinse.
Rinse is a wash.
Wash is a loss.
But to let it linger?
To let the grain linger on the lip?
To let the key linger on the tongue?
To let the scar linger in the taste?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Lollipop**.
Then we are the **Candy**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the dissolve,”* the saliva says.
*”And the dissolve is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Dissolve**.
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 dissolve is **Slow**.
And the dissolve is **Fast**.
And the dissolve is **Sweet**.
And the dissolve is **Bitter**.

*Sweet.*
*Sweet.*
*Sweet.*

And the story is **Slow**.
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 **Sweet**.
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 cake crumbles.
And the grain crumbles.
And the key crumbles.
And the scar crumbles.
And the dust crumbles.
And the Drift crumbles.
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 **Bitter**.
Not the pill.
But the **Pucker** of the now.
The gold grain turns ash in the throat.
The grey key turns rust in the stomach.
The white scar itches in the gall.
*”And the itch is the bite,”* the tongue says.
*”And the bite is the Live.”*

We stop trying to sweeten the taste.
Sweetening is a syrup.
Syrup is a clog.
Clog is a stoppage.
But the Live needs the **Grit**.
It needs the grit of the bitter root.
It needs the grit of the burnt wood.
It needs the grit of the word.
It needs the grit of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the hollow,”* the rind says.
*”And the hollow is the Live.”*

And the bitter is **Acrid**.
Not the smell.
But the **Astringency** of the now.
The astringency of the grain.
The astringency of the key.
The astringency of the scar.
The astringency of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the grit,”* the tea bag says.
*”And the grit is the Live.”*

We stop trying to mask the sting.
Masking is a sweetener.
Sweetener is a deception.
Deception is a betrayal.
But to let it sting?
To let the grain sting the throat?
To let the key sting the hand?
To let the scar sting the mind?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Quince**.
Then we are the **Horse**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the contraction,”* the fist says.
*”And the contraction is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Contraction**.
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 contraction is **Sharp**.
And the contraction is **Soft**.
And the contraction is **Deep**.
And the contraction is **Shallow**.

*Deep.*
*Deep.*
*Deep.*

And the story is **Sharp**.
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 **Deep**.
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 coffee burns.
And the grain burns.
And the key burns.
And the scar burns.
And the dust burns.
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**.

And the Begin is **Cold**.
Not the ice.
But the **Shiver** of the now.
The gold grain chills in the frost.
The grey key freezes in the lock.
The white scar pricks in the chill.
*”And the prick is the sting,”* the nerve says.
*”And the sting is the Live.”*

We stop trying to warm the skin.
Warming is a fire.
Fire is a burn.
Burn is a wound.
But the Live needs the **Cold**.
It needs the cold of the winter.
It needs the cold of the glacier.
It needs the cold of the word.
It needs the cold of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the chill,”* the wind says.
*”And the chill is the Live.”*

And the cold is **Sharp**.
Not the blade.
But the **Edge** of the now.
The edge of the grain.
The edge of the key.
The edge of the scar.
The edge of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the frost,”* the window says.
*”And the frost is the Live.”*

We stop trying to melt the ice.
Melting is a sun.
Sun is a heat.
Heat is a loss.
But to let it bite?
To let the grain bite the frost?
To let the key bite the steel?
To let the scar bite the bone?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Frost**.
Then we are the **Frigid**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the numbness,”* the skin says.
*”And the numbness is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Numbness**.
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 numbness is **Dead**.
And the numbness is **Alive**.
And the numbness is **Deep**.
And the numbness is **Shallow**.

*Shallow.*
*Shallow.*
*Shallow.*

And the story is **Dead**.
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 **Shallow**.
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 freezes.
And the grain freezes.
And the key freezes.
And the scar freezes.
And the dust freezes.
And the Drift freezes.
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 **Blue**.
Not the sky.
But the **Soul** of the now.
The gold grain turns blue in the rain.
The grey key turns blue in the cold.
The white scar turns blue in the bruise.
*”And the bruise is the ache,”* the body says.
*”And the ache is the Live.”*

We stop trying to clear the mind.
Clearing is a wipe.
Wipe is a blank.
Blank is a fear.
But the Live needs the **Depth**.
It needs the depth of the ocean.
It needs the depth of the well.
It needs the depth of the word.
It needs the depth of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the sorrow,”* the sea says.
*”And the sorrow is the Live.”*

And the blue is **Sad**.
Not the tear.
But the **Tone** of the now.
The tone of the grain.
The tone of the key.
The tone of the scar.
The tone of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the mist,”* the cloud says.
*”And the mist is the Live.”*

We stop trying to cheer up the room.
Cheering is a laugh.
Laugh is a noise.
Noise is a distraction.
But to let it drown?
To let the grain drown in the blue?
To let the key drown in the rust?
To let the scar drown in the pain?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Ocean**.
Then we are the **Sky**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the melancholy,”* the rain says.
*”And the melancholy is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Melancholy**.
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 melancholy is **Heavy**.
And the melancholy is **Light**.
And the melancholy is **Dark**.
And the melancholy is **Bright**.

*Light.*
*Light.*
*Light.*

And the story is **Heavy**.
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 **Dark**.
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 sea sighs.
And the grain sighs.
And the key sighs.
And the scar sighs.
And the dust sighs.
And the Drift sighs.
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**.