Logic Labyrinth

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? ©bfa031525