I have just landed on the transnubular superhighway of your creation.
Presently, I am running in circles on the universal O-Ring, gaining speed
and losing ground simultaneously on the edge of your blue supercollider.
I could live forever on nitrogen laced e-cigarettes and the fumes off the canvas,
your world is so bold I feel like combing my hair with a chain-saw and bleeding out,
add a little vermilion to the composition to heighten the already abundant texture,
mountains of cinnabar, valleys of azure, plains ribboned with ridges of siena and ochre.
Oh, I could live in your swirling world, a wild diver with fins and gills, a snorkeler
for hidden treasure, probing wrinkles on the ancient sea bottom with unabashed glee.
Today I say to you my friend thanks for the invite into your highly articulated cosmos!