He holds the cube in his hands
The unbreakable puzzle,
Or so they say
Flexing his fingers

He holds it gingerly
Like a trusted friend

The stopwatch beeps
His fingers fly over the cube
Attacking the colors
Orange, green, blue, and whites
Spark through the air
In graceful motions, his fingers

Working like bees
Shift through the layers
Suddenly,
Out of the blue
The cube emerges from his palms

Like a miracle, the cube is whole once again
The stopwatch beeps

And the magic stops