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