Sir, first of all, that image really got to me... Its soul deep... It made me see a soul in a force field, possessing itself.. Brought this poem to mind.. Hope you like it...

POSSESSOR

All through the timeless stint,
The soul looses itself, and explodes;
The soul is now a splash of hued smoke,
Dancing - free swimming in the blank..
The soul is possessing itself,
Wriggling beneath a nameless force;
At the blind stop, the invisible lock,
The soul shall spring and spread,
Far and haphazard, like a gust of smooth ash;
And when the nameless riles itself
To a muck of vengeance,
The soul will shake itself to strength,
Spur itself to a wild, powdery intensity,
And with passion, retake itself...