Colin Mitchell Williams Poet Free verse

So and So, So Much.

So and So, So Much.
 
Not so much as out of touch
as such
more so so much untouchable.
 
Nor so vague as unguessable
the intangible
more so or less the language
we re-touch
the blurred outline with

Not so much as unguessable
the soft luggage
more so that ill-defined
as much
more so the ephemeral baggage
of its mist out lined
to blind
 
As much as so much pretense
to be clear
the tongue loves whispers
with so much of truth
in as much of inhalation
yet so much as much joy
it speaks
and more
but does nothing less.
 
Not so much as out of touch
as such
more so so much untouchable.
 
So sleeping the selfish makes so much satisfactory
and as such so much of life
to live your life
is all that is made so readily.
 
 The amplitude is empty 
as such left as it was
by an unaccounted for yesterday
and yesterday when so much was left to be that much
but never more than that
as such.
 
Not so much as untouchable not so much
more so
as completely and utterly 
out of touch.
 
So sleepily the selfish makes all so much
and thinks that is all so much
satisfactory.
 
Such an ill-defined love
by non committal.

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Michael Torres December 1, 2008 at 7:28 PM Colin this is great some people are just like that in there pretentious love. Very clever loved the way you wrote this Colin. You have quite the imagination always makes me smile.Your friend Michael