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.

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Writer(s): Edward George Kadane, Matthew Byron Kadane