Rubik’s true colors

I like how it feels light, yet solid in my hands.
I like its even, checkered surface,
I twist it, twist it, again and again,
to hear it click beneath my fingers.

I play at this madly sectioned cube,
and its corners and edges, collapse and depart,
in rapid incessant succession, just like,
its center seems to be lost, found, again.

They tell me it is a riot of colors,
waiting to be set straight.
They tell me it teases their brain-
Is it more fun that way?