Amidst The Mist Poem by Kanaga Subramanian

Beyond the mist,
There stands the lofty mountain.
Mist hovers around the mountain,
Making it neither too visible nor too blind.
Though for some,
The mist engulfs the entirety of the mountain.
Is truth
Really a modality of constructing power?
Power is nothing,
Without the truth.
Truth is the mighty mountain,
Power is like mist.
Without the mountain
Doesn't the mist drift far apart?
Turn your fog lights on
Truth alone triumphs!
Oh ye! the Foucaldians!