Sergii Inside of Me

Dancing in the night, I see you waiting for me with a rose in hand. Is it time to be grand? I will see the infinite, and you can see me. Be a love and touch the space above. I stay in the mire while you inquire. Sire the sky, not an earth malady. Imagine no more. I hand you the sword from Britain forged by a true blacksmith with Irish steel. Be Sergii in me, carrying it in every trip over seas. He was NEO and now he is Arian. They are halfway gone. I sense him here today. Nuclear physicist on the phone to Putin in front of our torturous mentally retarded, mentally ill, chemically dependant "mental health" workers. He and I had chemistry and he blew CHERNOBYL that day, AGAIN. He visited on his steed, here at Caribou and I approached with excitement. Love love kiss kiss no miss at all.