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.