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.