Unfinished

I told myself to relax and dipped my fingers in hot candle wax. 
Then I rolled the wax into a ball
Over an inch wide but one inch tall. 
It was lopsided like the earth, 

Or my head right after birth. 
So I flattened the ball into pancake and thought of better things that I might make. 
Every time god makes a fist, 
He thinks of better things he's missed and how he has messed up. 

The earth is flat or so I made it. 
Even though the world prevents it. 
So everybody, run to the ends and jump off. 
It's safe. 

We've made space bend like wax. 
Just float and relax.