C.E.R.N.?

Does
any
combination
equal; say, of
fusion or fission or
fried chicken? In a
middle behind a muddle
of illusion, confusing? To
fuse or to frizz or to fry; quite
the fuss one so choses once choose
to allude to. Too cling to; to want to
fuss or frizz or fry… Fuse; has many a
definition, hence this may be a current
supposition, should fission prove opposite
or different, is it cold or hot? Or; is this the
allude too, what it is not? Fusion compresses
so does stress; and unrest and illusion! Compress
the test of any mind gazing at the wall of mist
rising above any beach and where any time.
A further front of some vast and stronger
force approaches; or, is that only when
the force is a low, and not that wanted high?
Delusional? Or, weather-wise a somewhat slithering
dithering probability? As is making sense of these
early spring beach-side contemplations…
Combinations of contemplations as you
to that doppelganger you perceived yourself
image to be to that 16th century figure posing for
his portrait…
Somewhat unfortunate; the failure to remember
the artists, signature, or the subject’s title, but
the image yet retains such strength in mind.
And from time to time this resurfaces; set
off once again by happenstance, conversation
or reflection…
Reference; a sometimes exasperating inference
to suggest, that whatever data presented, is data
worth representing reality, from which an educated
guess can be investigated so thoroughly as to prove
most empirically the scientific point of the virility of
what was once some other one’s maybe’? Rapidly
does the mind once churned; turn, either to loose
murky sense, or tightening tense, within any
consequence. Does this make sense?
Above the Oceanside mists; the sun
yet burns, and you surely know this!
Just how does this fit into; and fix, the
questioning gist of this presently
written fit of pique?
Fusion is:
Fission is:
Fried Chicken is:
To be continued… C.E.R.N.?