Vold Book - Riddle's Fascination

Mirrors out port side
This passage is uncertain
Meaning that's blank
Riddle's fascination

In our cabin of light
We cannot see
Blinded by our sight

And so we have descended below
Without anything
That provides us with doubts

Inside of mysteries
Converted to history
I'm directing the dire straits to save
Intelligence's dry remains

Nuggets of relief
Floundered memories
Visions too deceive
Like a tapestry

My love is a falcon
She's my lucky star
Mirrors out on all sides
There is no perfection
Other than reflection

Written by:
John Trautman

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