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