"Life as a Game of Tetris" - Poem by BW Derge from "Paradox Locked" - written in 2018
Life as a Game of Tetris
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I’ve made a truce with the universe-
Stop fucking with me,
And I got one last shot within me-
To do it right and amend
For the prior times, gridlocked
In drunken madness and passion,
Debts have been paid-
Or the accountants at least burned
The books of the ledgers
In which my name still rests in red-
I’ve got it in me this time-
Can’t stop the train once you jump on
Otherwise is to commit suicide,
And so many of these fuckers want you to stay,
But for what specific reasons, well,
It becomes hard for me to say-
All aboard- !
I have shaken hands
With dark cosmic monsters,
I’ve sold my goddamn soul for one last shot
At the ambiguous visions drawing me closer,
Suggesting a peace that seems always fleeting-
Perhaps at least a scathing happiness,
Since I have to exist,
There’s no other way out of this-
A wisdom to bear whatever tragedy looms-
The darkness wears a grinning mask
To hide the evil love skewed by insecurities,
Those who have wronged you
Will face their own consequences,
Don’t mind it-
It don’t concern you,
Success will be the best revenge;
So choose a side of the line in our sand
And stand there firm,
Let’s get to work-
Watching the pieces fall,
Approach and handle them carefully,
Rotate with determined strategy-
And start building,
Put them in place and clear away
Until at last we reach
The disconcerting piece,
Get the maggots back on track-
And then further down
Until the cavern carnage is cleaned
And then all that’s left to worry about
Is what we are to do
With the next, singular falling block-
Life at its essence at last enjoyed
In a momentary madness too temporal,
Fleeting time causes wisdom to fail-
A brief slip into relaxation recites a curse;
A block collapses out of place
Always,
Eventually-
Inevitably...
Again,
Like erratic patterns of prime numbers
You don’t see it coming,
The intervals and shapes stop making sense
And in a scramble to salvage
Your dutiful illusion of order-
You get crushed.
And the Tetris blocks keep falling.
by BW Derge
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"Life as a Game of Tetris"
Poem was originally written in 2018
