Drive I Sophia Gottfried

Drive

We swell with rising tides of sea While dancing under cosmic candles Through all atrocities and scandals We ants climb up the Norse ash tree.

Fighting, writing, striving, dying.

By suns and seasons spiraling on Our statues reach the clouds and star Ideas stir souls sleeping from afar From Atlantis to Avalon

Speaking, preaching, painting, reading.

The quill, the brush, the spear, propel Into abyss into Eden As both angel and as heathen To our magnifcent hell.

Laughing, crying, willing, driving.