"Disciples of the Grandest Fog"

I've laid in a cloud that dispels all knowledge
Unwelcome to the masquerade
Of progress and growth, dismay and regrowth
That I never cared to attend
You come and go
Like a mist sent by this guardian that never lived,
All-encompassing of that Nothing I cannot grasp
That Nothing that disobeys the mist
and clings to the nebulous negative space
A mist of gelatinous joy, an errant smile
Whose skin I can barely feel
Such a surface cannot be maintained
As it is this that reveals less with more -- simplicicity
You deserve more than this
But you know that isn't true
You deserve much more than this
But you knew this was true
I am forever alone in the grandest known fog
Among its disciples who were not told the plan