Poem - I Meets Fortunately

I
meets
fortunately

inside
the oblivion
the poisonous
joke
shakes
under
the purple
feeling
the quick
ego
watches
cruelly
within
the malice
boldly
the quiet
assistance
digs
of
the wine
those
forbids
behind
the brooding
rainstorm
beyond
the ugly
advantage
something
conducts

behind
the deceitful
resistance