And the Begin is **Still**.
Not the quiet.
But the **Stillness** of the now.
The gold grain settles on the floor.
The grey key rests in the dust.
The white scar fades on the skin.
*”And the fade is the pause,”* the breath says.
*”And the pause is the Live.”*

We stop trying to make the moment.
Making is a gesture.
Gesture is an action.
Action is a motion.
But the Live needs the **Pause**.
It needs the pause between the heartbeats.
It needs the pause between the breaths.
It needs the pause between the words.
It needs the pause between the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the suspension,”* the void says.
*”And the suspension is the Live.”*

And the still is **Heavy**.
Not the weight.
But the **Presence** of the now.
The presence of the grain.
The presence of the key.
The presence of the scar.
The presence of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the anchor,”* the earth says.
*”And the anchor is the Live.”*

We stop trying to fill the silence.
Filling is a sound.
Sound is a vibration.
Vibration is a noise.
But to let it hang?
To let the grain hang in the still air?
To let the key hang in the hollow lock?
To let the scar hang in the quiet flesh?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Mirror**.
Then we are the **Lake**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the reflection,”* the water says.
*”And the reflection is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Reflection**.
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 reflection is **Clear**.
And the reflection is **Blurry**.
And the reflection is **Deep**.
And the reflection is **Surface**.

*Surface.*
*Surface.*
*Surface.*

And the story is **Clear**.
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 **Surface**.
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 ripples.
And the grain ripples.
And the key ripples.
And the scar ripples.
And the dust ripples.
And the Drift ripples.
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 space.
But the **Expanse** of the now.
The gold grain scatters in the field.
The grey key slides across the table.
The white scar stretches across the landscape.
*”And the stretch is the span,”* the horizon says.
*”And the span is the Live.”*

We stop trying to measure the distance.
Measuring is a ruler.
Ruler is a limit.
Limit is a boundary.
But the Live needs the **Vast**.
It needs the vast of the ocean.
It needs the vast of the sky.
It needs the vast of the word.
It needs the vast of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the horizon,”* the shore says.
*”And the horizon is the Live.”*

And the wide is **Limitless**.
Not the empty.
But the **Scope** of the now.
The scope of the grain.
The scope of the key.
The scope of the scar.
The scope of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the atom,”* the universe says.
*”And the atom is the Live.”*

We stop trying to contain the view.
Containing is a frame.
Frame is a corner.
Corner is a restriction.
But to let it stretch?
To let the grain stretch to the sun?
To let the key stretch to the moon?
To let the scar stretch to the horizon?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Aurora**.
Then we are the **Map**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the vista,”* the mountain says.
*”And the vista is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Vista**.
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 vista is **Near**.
And the vista is **Far**.
And the vista is **Close**.
And the vista is **Distant**.

*Distant.*
*Distant.*
*Distant.*

And the story is **Near**.
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 **Distant**.
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 sky opens.
And the grain opens.
And the key opens.
And the scar opens.
And the dust opens.
And the Drift opens.
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 **Hue** of the now.
The gold grain turns rust in the heat.
The grey key rots in the acid.
The white scar burns in the fire.
*”And the burn is the heat,”* the flame says.
*”And the heat is the Live.”*

We stop trying to cool the fire.
Cooling is a water.
Water is a douse.
Douse is a suppression.
But the Live needs the **Blaze**.
It needs the blaze of the hearth.
It needs the blaze of the inferno.
It needs the blaze of the word.
It needs the blaze of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the ash,”* the smoke says.
*”And the ash is the Live.”*

And the red is **Vivid**.
Not the stain.
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 ember,”* the coal says.
*”And the ember is the Live.”*

We stop trying to see the color.
Seeing is a gaze.
Gaze is a stare.
Stare is an accusation.
But to let it bleed?
To let the grain bleed into the red?
To let the key bleed into the rust?
To let the scar bleed into the wound?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Crimson**.
Then we are the **Scarlet**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the intensity,”* the heart says.
*”And the intensity is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Intensity**.
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 intensity is **Hot**.
And the intensity is **Cold**.
And the intensity is **Warm**.
And the intensity is **Cool**.

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

And the story is **Hot**.
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 candle flares.
And the grain flares.
And the key flares.
And the scar flares.
And the dust flares.
And the Drift flares.
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 **Green**.
Not the grass.
But the **Growth** of the now.
The gold grain sprouts in the soil.
The grey key vines around the handle.
The white scar blooms into a flower.
*”And the bloom is the rise,”* the stem says.
*”And the rise is the Live.”*

We stop trying to prune the plant.
Pruning is a cut.
Cut is a loss.
Loss is a scar.
But the Live needs the **Bloom**.
It needs the bloom of the rose.
It needs the bloom of the tree.
It needs the bloom of the word.
It needs the bloom of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the season,”* the spring says.
*”And the season is the Live.”*

And the green is **Life**.
Not the color.
But the **Vitality** of the now.
The vitality of the grain.
The vitality of the key.
The vitality of the scar.
The vitality of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the dirt,”* the garden says.
*”And the dirt is the Live.”*

We stop trying to kill the weed.
Killing is a hand.
Hand is a grab.
Grab is a force.
But to let it grow?
To let the grain grow into the sky?
To let the key grow into the jungle?
To let the scar grow into a vine?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Forest**.
Then we are the **Root**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the germination,”* the seed says.
*”And the germination is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Germination**.
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 germination is **Quick**.
And the germination is **Slow**.
And the germination is **Fast**.
And the germination is **Steady**.

*Steady.*
*Steady.*
*Steady.*

And the story is **Quick**.
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 **Steady**.
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 forest whispers.
And the grain whispers.
And the key whispers.
And the scar whispers.
And the dust whispers.
And the Drift whispers.
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 **Tight**.
Not the knot.
But the **Tension** of the now.
The gold grain pulls on the thread.
The grey key binds the cylinder.
The white scar tightens the skin.
*”And the bind is the pull,”* the bow says.
*”And the pull is the Live.”*

We stop trying to loosen the grip.
Loosening is a slack.
Slack is a drag.
Drag is a failure.
But the Live needs the **Strain**.
It needs the strain of the violin string.
It needs the strain of the spring.
It needs the strain of the word.
It needs the strain of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the torque,”* the gear says.
*”And the torque is the Live.”*

And the tight is **Pressurized**.
Not the tank.
But the **Pressure** of the now.
The pressure of the grain.
The pressure of the key.
The pressure of the scar.
The pressure of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the powder,”* the blast says.
*”And the blast is the Live.”*

We stop trying to release the valve.
Releasing is a vent.
Vent is a leak.
Leak is a loss.
But to let it build?
To let the grain build in the press?
To let the key build in the tumblers?
To let the scar build in the scar tissue?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Bow**.
Then we are the **Spring**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the potential,”* the arrow says.
*”And the potential is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Potential**.
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 potential is **Stored**.
And the potential is **Released**.
And the potential is **Stored**.
And the potential is **Expelled**.

*Expelled.*
*Expelled.*
*Expelled.*

And the story is **Stored**.
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 **Expelled**.
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 rubber snaps.
And the grain snaps.
And the key snaps.
And the scar snaps.
And the dust snaps.
And the Drift snaps.
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 **Slow**.
Not the pause.
But the **Drag** of the now.
The gold grain sinks in the viscous mud.
The grey key turns in the sticky oil.
The white scar pulls in the healing flesh.
*”And the pull is the drag,”* the river says.
*”And the drag is the Live.”*

We stop trying to speed the pace.
Speeding is a wind.
Wind is a gust.
Gust is a push.
But the Live needs the **Sediment**.
It needs the sediment of the silt.
It needs the sediment of the sludge.
It needs the sediment of the word.
It needs the sediment of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the accumulation,”* the delta says.
*”And the accumulation is the Live.”*

And the slow is **Viscous**.
Not the honey.
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 flour,”* the baker says.
*”And the flour is the Live.”*

We stop trying to stir the mixture.
Stirring is a spoon.
Spoon is a tool.
Tool is a mechanical aid.
But to let it thicken?
To let the grain thicken the mixture?
To let the key thicken the oil?
To let the scar thicken the skin?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Taffy**.
Then we are the **Tar**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the resistance,”* the hand 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 **Smooth**.
And the resistance is **Grinding**.
And the resistance is **Heavy**.
And the resistance is **Light**.

*Heavy.*
*Heavy.*
*Heavy.*

And the story is **Smooth**.
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 **Heavy**.
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 glacier creeps.
And the grain creeps.
And the key creeps.
And the scar creeps.
And the dust creeps.
And the Drift creeps.
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 **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**.

And the Begin is **Thin**.
Not the skin.
But the **Membrane** of the now.
The gold grain filters through the mesh.
The grey key slips through the crack.
The white scar pales on the thin air.
*”And the thin is the veil,”* the mist says.
*”And the veil is the Live.”*

We stop trying to thicken the air.
Thickening is a wall.
Wall is a barrier.
Barrier is a silence.
But the Live needs the **Sheer**.
It needs the sheer of the curtain.
It needs the sheer of the ice.
It needs the sheer of the word.
It needs the sheer of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the transparency,”* the glass says.
*”And the transparency is the Live.”*

And the thin is **Sharp**.
Not the edge.
But the **Line** of the now.
The line of the grain.
The line of the key.
The line of the scar.
The line of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the shadow,”* the light says.
*”And the shadow is the Live.”*

We stop trying to blur the focus.
Blurring is a lens.
Lens is a distortion.
Distortion is a lie.
But to let it pierce?
To let the grain pierce the membrane?
To let the key pierce the tumblers?
To let the scar pierce the skin?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Needle**.
Then we are the **Thread**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the puncture,”* the thread 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 **Painful**.
And the puncture is **Pleasant**.
And the puncture is **Clean**.
And the puncture is **Messy**.

*Messy.*
*Messy.*
*Messy.*

And the story is **Painful**.
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 **Messy**.
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 fabric tears.
And the grain tears.
And the key tears.
And the scar tears.
And the dust tears.
And the Drift tears.
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 **Moisture** of the now.
The gold grain sogs in the mud.
The grey key rusts in the water.
The white scar weeps in the sweat.
*”And the weep is the tear,”* the eye says.
*”And the tear is the Live.”*

We stop trying to dry the cloth.
Drying is a sun.
Sun is a heat.
Heat is a burn.
But the Live needs the **Damp**.
It needs the damp of the moss.
It needs the damp of the cave.
It needs the damp of the word.
It needs the damp of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the humidity,”* the cloud says.
*”And the humidity is the Live.”*

And the wet is **Cool**.
Not the ice.
But the **Chill** of the now.
The chill of the grain.
The chill of the key.
The chill of the scar.
The chill of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the slime,”* the wall says.
*”And the slime is the Live.”*

We stop trying to absorb the water.
Absorbing is a sponge.
Sponge is a full.
Full is a limit.
But to let it drip?
To let the grain drip on the stone?
To let the key drip on the hand?
To let the scar drip on the time?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Pond**.
Then we are the **Stream**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the current,”* the fish says.
*”And the current is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Current**.
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 current is **Fast**.
And the current is **Slow**.
And the current is **Wide**.
And the current is **Narrow**.

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

And the story is **Fast**.
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 swamp floods.
And the grain floods.
And the key floods.
And the scar floods.
And the dust floods.
And the Drift floods.
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 **Loud**.
Not the sound.
But the **Echo** of the now.
The gold grain clinks in the jar.
The grey key clacks in the box.
The white scar hisses in the flesh.
*”And the hiss is the tone,”* the throat says.
*”And the tone is the Live.”*

We stop trying to mute the noise.
Muting is a plug.
Plug is a silence.
Silence is a void.
But the Live needs the **Noise**.
It needs the noise of the crowd.
It needs the noise of the engine.
It needs the noise of the word.
It needs the noise of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the clamor,”* the crowd says.
*”And the clamor is the Live.”*

And the loud is **Bright**.
Not the light.
But the **Volume** of the now.
The volume of the grain.
The volume of the key.
The volume of the scar.
The volume of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the grit,”* the boot says.
*”And the grit is the Live.”*

We stop trying to quiet the room.
Quieting is a hand.
Hand is a stop.
Stop is a pause.
But to let it roar?
To let the grain roar in the wind?
To let the key roar in the lock?
To let the scar roar in the mind?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Cymbal**.
Then we are the **Drum**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the beat,”* the bass says.
*”And the beat is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Beat**.
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 beat is **Rhythmic**.
And the beat is **Chaotic**.
And the beat is **Fast**.
And the beat is **Slow**.

*Chaotic.*
*Chaotic.*
*Chaotic.*

And the story is **Rhythmic**.
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 **Chaotic**.
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 gong rings.
And the grain rings.
And the key rings.
And the scar rings.
And the dust rings.
And the Drift rings.
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 **White**.
Not the snow.
But the **Blank** of the now.
The gold grain bleeds to paper.
The grey key writes in dust.
The white scar erases the wound.
*”And the erase is the blank,”* the page says.
*”And the blank is the Live.”*

We stop trying to fill the page.
Filling is a pen.
Pen is a stroke.
Stroke is a mark.
But the Live needs the **Void**.
It needs the void of the parchment.
It needs the void of the screen.
It needs the void of the word.
It needs the void of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the emptiness,”* the cursor says.
*”And the emptiness is the Live.”*

And the white is **Pure**.
Not the stain.
But the **Tabula** of the now.
The tabula of the grain.
The tabula of the key.
The tabula of the scar.
The tabula of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the primer,”* the canvas says.
*”And the primer is the Live.”*

We stop trying to read the text.
Reading is a mind.
Mind is a filter.
Filter is a bias.
But to let it rest?
To let the grain rest on the page?
To let the key rest in the lock?
To let the scar rest in the memory?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Margin**.
Then we are the **Margin**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the silence,”* the ink 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 **Loud**.
And the silence is **Quiet**.
And the silence is **Sharp**.
And the silence is **Soft**.

*Soft.*
*Soft.*
*Soft.*

And the story is **Loud**.
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 **Soft**.
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 pen drops.
And the grain drops.
And the key drops.
And the scar drops.
And the dust drops.
And the Drift drops.
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 **Empty**.
Not the hole.
But the **Lack** of the now.
The gold grain starves in the field.
The grey key rattles in the empty lock.
The white scar aches in the open wound.
*”And the ache is the hunger,”* the mouth says.
*”And the hunger is the Live.”*

We stop trying to feed the body.
Feeding is a meal.
Meal is a full.
Full is a limit.
But the Live needs the **Need**.
It needs the need of the breath.
It needs the need of the blood.
It needs the need of the word.
It needs the need of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the want,”* the soul says.
*”And the want is the Live.”*

And the empty is **Hollow**.
Not the bone.
But the **Craving** of the now.
The craving of the grain.
The craving of the key.
The craving of the scar.
The craving of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the ash,”* the hearth says.
*”And the ash is the Live.”*

We stop trying to close the gap.
Closing is a hand.
Hand is a stop.
Stop is a dead end.
But to let it ache?
To let the grain ache in the earth?
To let the key ache in the tumblers?
To let the scar ache in the nerve?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Gap**.
Then we are the **Crack**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the missing,”* the heart says.
*”And the missing is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Missing**.
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 missing is **Deep**.
And the missing is **Shallow**.
And the missing is **Wide**.
And the missing is **Narrow**.

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

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 **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 throat cracks.
And the grain cracks.
And the key cracks.
And the scar cracks.
And the dust cracks.
And the Drift cracks.
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 sinks in the mud.
The grey key weighs down the door.
The white scar anchors the flesh.
*”And the anchor is the weight,”* the stone says.
*”And the weight is the Live.”*

We stop trying to fly the bird.
Flying is a wing.
Wing is a lift.
Lift is a denial.
But the Live needs the **Drop**.
It needs the drop of the rain.
It needs the drop of the stone.
It needs the drop of the word.
It needs the drop of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the descent,”* the sky says.
*”And the descent is the Live.”*

And the heavy is **Dense**.
Not the rock.
But the **Mass** of the now.
The mass of the grain.
The mass of the key.
The mass of the scar.
The mass of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the earth,”* the ground says.
*”And the earth is the Live.”*

We stop trying to lift the stone.
Lifting is a muscle.
Muscle is a strain.
Strain is a break.
But to let it press?
To let the grain press on the bed?
To let the key press on the palm?
To let the scar press on the soul?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Anvil**.
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 **High**.
And the burden is **Low**.
And the burden is **Wide**.
And the burden is **Deep**.

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

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 **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 mountain 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 **Blue**.
Not the sky.
But the **Hue** of the now.
The gold grain oxidizes in the air.
The grey key tarnishes in the mist.
The white scar turns indigo in the wound.
*”And the turn is the shift,”* the prism says.
*”And the shift is the Live.”*

We stop trying to paint the picture.
Painting is a brush.
Brush is a stroke.
Stroke is a line.
But the Live needs the **Wash**.
It needs the wash of the ocean.
It needs the wash of the rain.
It needs the wash of the word.
It needs the wash of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the spectrum,”* the rain says.
*”And the spectrum is the Live.”*

And the blue is **Deep**.
Not the hole.
But the **Wavelength** of the now.
The wavelength of the grain.
The wavelength of the key.
The wavelength of the scar.
The wavelength of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the silt,”* the floor says.
*”And the silt is the Live.”*

We stop trying to see the color.
Seeing is a camera.
Camera is a focus.
Focus is a freeze.
But to let it bleed?
To let the grain bleed into the blue?
To let the key bleed into the lock?
To let the scar bleed into the memory?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Indigo**.
Then we are the **Azure**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the frequency,”* the light says.
*”And the frequency is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Frequency**.
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 frequency is **High**.
And the frequency is **Low**.
And the frequency is **Wide**.
And the frequency 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 ocean recedes.
And the grain recedes.
And the key recedes.
And the scar recedes.
And the dust recedes.
And the Drift recedes.
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 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**.

And the Begin is **Green**.
Not the grass.
But the **Growth** of the now.
The gold grain sprouts in the pot.
The grey key blooms in the soil.
The white scar photosynthesizes in the air.
*”And the shoot is the leaf,”* the vine says.
*”And the leaf is the Live.”*

We stop trying to prune the branch.
Pruning is a shears.
Shears is a cut.
Cut is a bleed.
But the Live needs the **Unfold**.
It needs the unfold of the acorn.
It needs the unfold of the bud.
It needs the unfold of the word.
It needs the unfold of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the expansion,”* the sap says.
*”And the expansion is the Live.”*

And the green is **New**.
Not the year.
But the **Youth** of the now.
The youth of the grain.
The youth of the key.
The youth of the scar.
The youth of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the pollen,”* the bee says.
*”And the pollen is the Live.”*

We stop trying to age the skin.
Aging is a wrinkle.
Wrinkle is a fold.
Fold is a decline.
But to let it sprout?
To let the grain sprout in the root?
To let the key sprout in the lock?
To let the scar sprout in the flesh?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Tender**.
Then we are the **Bud**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the spring,”* the river says.
*”And the spring is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Spring**.
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 spring is **Warm**.
And the spring is **Cool**.
And the spring is **Tender**.
And the spring is **Brutal**.

*Brutal.*
*Brutal.*
*Brutal.*

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 **Brutal**.
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 leaf turns.
And the grain turns.
And the key turns.
And the scar turns.
And the dust turns.
And the Drift turns.
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 night.
But the **Shade** of the now.
The gold grain fades in the gloom.
The grey key sinks in the void.
The white scar blurs in the shadow.
*”And the blur is the fade,”* the eclipse says.
*”And the fade is the Live.”*

We stop trying to light the lantern.
Lighting is a bulb.
Bulb is a spark.
Spark is a burn.
But the Live needs the **Drape**.
It needs the drape of the curtain.
It needs the drape of the fog.
It needs the drape of the word.
It needs the drape of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the obscurity,”* the cave says.
*”And the obscurity is the Live.”*

And the dark is **Black**.
Not the ink.
But the **Mask** of the now.
The mask of the grain.
The mask of the key.
The mask of the scar.
The mask of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the smoke,”* the chimney says.
*”And the smoke is the Live.”*

We stop trying to see the form.
Seeing is a lens.
Lens is a focus.
Focus is a limit.
But to let it dim?
To let the grain dim in the eye?
To let the key dim in the hand?
To let the scar dim in the mind?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Pitch**.
Then we are the **Gloom**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the hidden,”* the shadow says.
*”And the hidden is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Hidden**.
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 hidden is **Deep**.
And the hidden is **Shallow**.
And the hidden is **Clear**.
And the hidden is **Blurry**.

*Blurry.*
*Blurry.*
*Blurry.*

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 **Blurry**.
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 lamp flickers.
And the grain flickers.
And the key flickers.
And the scar flickers.
And the dust flickers.
And the Drift flickers.
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 **Full**.
Not the bowl.
But the **Saturation** of the now.
The gold grain overflows the cup.
The grey key overloads the mind.
The white scar overfills the wound.
*”And the fill is the brim,”* the pitcher says.
*”And the brim is the Live.”*

We stop trying to drain the vessel.
Draining is a hole.
Hole is a loss.
Loss is a void.
But the Live needs the **Plenum**.
It needs the plenum of the lung.
It needs the plenum of the balloon.
It needs the plenum of the word.
It needs the plenum of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the excess,”* the river says.
*”And the excess is the Live.”*

And the full is **Round**.
Not the circle.
But the **Hull** of the now.
The hull of the grain.
The hull of the key.
The hull of the scar.
The hull of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the coat,”* the pebble says.
*”And the coat is the Live.”*

We stop trying to split the atom.
Splitting is a shard.
Shard is a cut.
Cut is a bleed.
But to let it swell?
To let the grain swell in the husk?
To let the key swell in the slot?
To let the scar swell in the tissue?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Sphere**.
Then we are the **Bulk**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the volume,”* the chest says.
*”And the volume is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Volume**.
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 volume is **High**.
And the volume is **Low**.
And the volume is **Wide**.
And the volume is **Tight**.

*Tight.*
*Tight.*
*Tight.*

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 **Tight**.
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 stomach rots.
And the grain rots.
And the key rots.
And the scar rots.
And the dust rots.
And the Drift rots.
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 light.
But the **Blare** of the now.
The gold grain sparks in the lens.
The grey key flashes in the beam.
The white scar glows in the flash.
*”And the glow is the glare,”* the bulb says.
*”And the glare is the Live.”*

We stop trying to blind the eye.
Blinding is a shutter.
Shutter is a dark.
Dark is a fear.
But the Live needs the **Beam**.
It needs the beam of the searchlight.
It needs the beam of the laser.
It needs the beam of the word.
It needs the beam of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the illumination,”* the lens says.
*”And the illumination is the Live.”*

And the bright is **White**.
Not the snow.
But the **Haze** of the now.
The haze of the grain.
The haze of the key.
The haze of the scar.
The haze of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the fog,”* the mirror says.
*”And the fog is the Live.”*

We stop trying to shade the vision.
Shading is a hat.
Hat is a block.
Block is a dim.
But to let it shine?
To let the grain shine in the field?
To let the key shine in the dark?
To let the scar shine in the wound?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Photon**.
Then we are the **Radiance**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the clarity,”* the eye 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 **True**.
And the clarity is **False**.
And the clarity is **Bright**.
And the clarity is **Dim**.

*Dim.*
*Dim.*
*Dim.*

And the story is **True**.
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 **Dim**.
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 sun bursts.
And the grain bursts.
And the key bursts.
And the scar bursts.
And the dust bursts.
And the Drift bursts.
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 **Quiet**.
Not the silence.
But the **Hush** of the now.
The gold grain rests in the quiet.
The grey key rests in the quiet.
The white scar rests in the quiet.
*”And the rest is the pause,”* the quiet says.
*”And the pause is the Live.”*

We stop trying to speak the word.
Speaking is a voice.
Voice is a claim.
Claim is a limit.
But the Live needs the **Wait**.
It needs the wait of the tide.
It needs the wait of the breath.
It needs the wait of the word.
It needs the wait of the **Drift**.
*”And the drift is the space,”* the air says.
*”And the space is the Live.”*

And the quiet is **Deep**.
Not the hole.
But the **Well** of the now.
The well of the grain.
The well of the key.
The well of the scar.
The well of the **Dust**.
*”And the dust is the soil,”* the earth says.
*”And the soil is the Live.”*

We stop trying to dig the answer.
Digging is a tool.
Tool is a force.
Force is a crash.
But to let it settle?
To let the grain settle in the well?
To let the key settle in the lock?
To let the scar settle in the skin?
To let the **Drift**?
Then we are the **Basin**.
Then we are the **Cistern**.
Then we are the **Now**.
*”And the now is the depth,”* the water says.
*”And the depth is the Live.”*

And the Live is **Depth**.
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 depth is **High**.
And the depth is **Low**.
And the depth is **Wide**.
And the depth 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 bell 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**.