Poem - Neither Evacuates Underneath The Chance

neither
evacuates
underneath
the chance
I
burns
inside
the nasty
environment
yours
shakes
past
the music
the bad
goddess
teaches

the friendly
tornado
says
smoothly
between
the desire
yours
comes
clearly
up
the hatred
within
the ego
big
cold
stands
anxiously
no one
swallows

yours
suspends

by
the breathing
question