Puzzlebox

I can’t seem to crack it.

No matter how I roll it over in my hands,
The edges only loosen
While the faces glow
Brighter and brighter

My fingers are beginning to bleed
Just like my eyes

All these twists and turns
Wracking-to-restless pains
And soul-destroying satisfactions
What’s it all for?

Shift after shift up top
But shot through the gyre,
There is no change.

No change at all.

Ah, but it’s no puzzle.
There is no final box.

This Cube is my life,
And i am its slave.