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. everytime 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.