Galileo once told that two bodies that fall at exactly the same time, regardless of whatever, land at identical times, too. That regardless of how heavy or light their loads are or how dim or bright their souls are, when they fall, they fall.

Together.

And stay grounded, together.

But he dared not to tell of how two souls could ignite but still fail to heave each other’s flames.

Of how two bodies fall at the very same time,

*but never for each other.

What must it take to flatten the world?
Ships set sail to find new life,
Found no avail but destination found
Or flatness round they found.

Yet what has changed from destination
But land and landing on lands
To stand on land across a sea,
A sea of land, no more to see?

Exploration spelled it, impatient still
By bottles empty of answers to fill.
Or still does shrill boredom reign supreme?
Filled by exploration to the scene.

Need space, just space, more space in time,
More space in space. Shoot rockets to the sky.
Such achievement! Such discovery! Oh tide,
Send waves across space to echo in time.

Like crossing an ocean takes such shame -
No shame in shame aside shameful blame -
By ignoring waving echoes in time,
Like crossing an ocean to more of the same.
When no ocean is uncrossed but paradise lost,
Leave only spacious space the cost.
To build on dying land long tilled,
A Shame that shame has lead them lost.