Solace Motions
Solace Motions
The mom shot out children faster than a gun
Moon helped pull some with gravity
Twenty in all confirmed and documented
It’s only natural
The births came on one at a time
One was Solace
Who flew through mom’s skirt while it flowed up and out
Faster than a bullet through stained glass windows
He shattered with it, scattered into fragments
In as many directions as there are to count
Gone in that split instance
Once started he can’t begin to stop
In constant motion
Movement on moments as a consequence
Solace takes off
People who never start are dead
People at rest… Are in stasis… Were born but not much more
People who take their place…. Are not the same
There is no past. There is no future
Solace moves between these two places
He takes his solace in quiet reflections
In silent thought and contemplation
Remembers his first and only start
When he kissed his mom good-bye before departing
She shot him out just like a dart through parted skirt
Solace is hard at work today
Never in the same place but in his place
He cannot stop once he got started
There were no brakes back then or now
Only endless races that Solace has to face
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