Creative words belong on a sheet;
they mean little floating about never toasting to a meet.
Once they collide filling your awaiting eyes,
your mind quickly reveals the light through a swarm of dense flies.
Defined as sense, sounds rather tense!
Maybe I could run for another galaxy instead?
Carrying on to this connection of fun,
words have an infinite outcome.
Take with it what you want,
it will mean many things to mortals of some.
All I can offer is a direction of stuck up thumb
or possibly a nod with no outcome.
Pick out your choice, anyone! Like stun;
now try to make it rhyme with a word such as run.
Easy are these elements of fusion;
all you need now is time, coupling no intrusion.