World of Clouds

This is a world of mysteries
mister myster
misting great fogs that hide teh strong and fallen logs
of the trees of knowledge;
obscuring the depths
of the self
in the canyons
cut by our experiences,
hidden despite the great canons
we pride
they are,
after all,
just snapshots,
polaroids,
or Amsel Adam's take
of foreign lands
that may lend a hand,
but that no more describes your rapids
than a grain does great sands;
than a human being being just a plan.

These clouds bind mountain tops with skyscrapers,
encasing stories of living stories within.
our modern ontology of:
Trump tower to business to
condo to commerce to
Dominos to unit 2012.

In this world of mysteries,
we need our sister mysters,
and their high pressure
to bring the sun
and let us catch glimpses of ourselves and others
before we are done.