Where did the coins go?

The
Message
Came in a
Box.
Plain white sheets
No ink
Stain.

We
Move too
fast, we are
Lost.
We see naught,
Through this
Glass.

We
Think we
Know what we
Don’t
So we don’t
Seek to
Know.

Where
Did the
Message go?
Our
Salvation
From this
Hell.

Daft
Is he
Who thinks he
Knows
For his fall
Awaits
Him.

Wildkard [TA]