But I am neither material nor ethereal, hence I have no birthplace.

As a frequency, my name cannot be spoken, only heard.
As such, I have no namesake, but they introduce me to the others as “Mr. Sofalumpkins”.
He who they love. He who they fear. He who they cheer. He who they smear.
Four shades of insanity for he who is dear.
He who they love. He who they fear. He who they cheer. He who they smear.

Defiant of age as a deviant of time, my favourite toy is still your mind.

YOU ALREADY KNOW ME.
Slivers of my realm have dripped into your own.
Mercurial and fragmented all at once.

YOU ALREADY KNOW ME.
I am the broken ferris wheel that never stops.
I am the candy floss that binds your legs to the dancing marionette.
I am the carousel with the one-legged centaurs.
I am the purple balloon trapped within twenty-three gold balloons tethered to your thumb.
I am the toffee lodged between your phantom wisdom teeth.

YOU ALREADY KNOW ME.
I swirled colours for you…patterns that your mind could hardly imagine.
I twirled shapes for you…contours that your eyes could barely swallow.

As it were, I need no introduction.
BUT A HANDSHAKE WILL DO.