As I think of people who play Tetris, and let us as the bricks lay them, oh so straight in line and parallel, not to mention fitted neatly into each other until
so square that they disappear, for scoring are points that we clear; and equate to meaning something.
I find that I feed my brain the bricks in places aside and outside the game, passing buildings down the street, in the characteristics of people I meet, but see, the pace always hastens as the next level higher you climb; no winning it beats me right down, the way you lose one every time.
I inevitably run out of ways to make it fit, those bricks that are me; and as for Tetris, even for record high scores, for trying eventually we sour and sore, realising that this has nowhere to go, but game over.
