The Kryptos Sculpture
A curved copper screen stands upon the intelligent landscape,
Cut with nonsensical uncracked codes,
Wreaking havoc upon the intellect's curiosity who cannot escape,
From the anomaly of the plaintext unknown.
"Between subtle shading and the absence of light lies the nuance of iqlusion"
Reads scrambled words atop the sculpture when decrypted,
With its misplaced "L" replaced by a Q's intrusion,
Perhaps a clue as to how the unsolved part may be encrypted.
I went crazy trying to solve this cryptographic crap,
So forget this poem, for this CIA test is but a trap.