She Knows Everything

She Knows Everything
 
She  
actually does  
know  
everything;  
 
she just  
doesn't know it  
yet.
 
The inevitability  
of  
just trusting  
the process  
and watching  
it work,  
 
the entirity  
that eclipses  
darkness,  
 
in the burning center,  
the nucleus,  
the battle  
between addiction  
and satisfaction.  
 
She knows  
everything it takes,  
and she does it,  
raw emotions  

in liquid denim  
chandelier  
tetrahedrons  

running  
markaba midnight
paradoxically.  
 
I  
am  
adrift.