Resonance...
The focal point
in which
The quarantined energy
Basks in the being of another
Creating  seemingly nothing
But
To eyes of forming cosmos
Chaotic lust
Translucent harmony
As the gravitational pull ensues
Friction takes hold
Spiraling high velocity
Breaching the mass
The unaware are slowly ****** in
Vacuumized ions
Building to the climatic
And otherwise futile
Struggle
Yes struggle
These sources
The positives
The negatives
Strangers to the vortex
Outsiders
Exacting alpha status
Until one succeeds
Casting out thwarted energy
Is all but spent
Leaving nothing more than resonance
Of what was
And could be