Cubic

O Cube! Thou art the silent sage, Of forms most pure, through every age, From ancient stone to future's gleam, You rest untouched by whim or dream. Your faces six, so stark, aligned, Compose a universe confined, Yet vast within—a paradox— Of ordered space and sturdy locks. In thee, a simple truth does dwell, Of boundless depths no words can tell, Each edge a line, both finite, free, Yet holding worlds of symmetry. For in thy structure, bold and clear, Lies something calm, serene, sincere— A truth that needs no voice or sound, A strength that holds the world around. O Cube, our hearts you still and move, Immutable, a force of love, A form so humble, grand, complete— The cosmos rests beneath your feet.