Logic Labyrinth Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

A plastic skull, a vibrant guise,
Six painted faces, cryptic eyes.
A fractured world in rigid squares,
Where ordered chaos slyly dares.

A twist, a turn, a painted dance,
A magic maze, a fleeting chance.
Each colored plane, a separate plea,
For unity, they yearn to be.

But hidden algorithms reside,
In shifting tints where secrets hide.
A mental battle, sharp and keen,
To conquer hues unseen between.

Does perfect sequence truly bloom
From fractured pieces in this room?
Or does the solved, deceptive shell
Conceal a further, painted hell?

For even when the shades align,
Yet deeper puzzles intertwine.
The human need to grasp and hold
A fleeting peace in stories told.

And when the cube, at last, is whole,
What voids remain within the soul?
A hollow victory, brightly dressed,
Or proof that bedlam can be blessed?