Tetris Warrior

I am Tetris. 

I run in drastic speeds to block blocks

and clock boxes to spin them into integrated consignments.

My assignment is to perfectly fit each brick 

into each other brick that fits with all its bits

into airtight packages that ravage any air between. 

I am armed to the teeth with whitening strips 

that steal away perfect layers and purveyors

of these multi colored crates. 

I'm clothed in tight plastic armor

enchanted with speed and dexterity.

Gloves of grip prevent a slip 

from my formidable fingers. 

Boots crafted of earth glow with firefly goo

and shine a bright sublime light

to pierce the black night that I call home. 

My speed, unabashed, is unmatched. 

No eye can catch me as I swerve through 

Neanderthaled gravity and show that depravity

is a mistress I left long ago.

I am Perfection's intent and Order's only child. 

The quadra-pod containers never turn because gamers

light taps on button and levers for it is I who reign in this land. 

They think outside through glass hung screens

that they control the blocks and thoughts? 

Any experienced player knows 

that they have no time to cognitively think

or work to show that their own institution

can prevent the convolution 

when the world shapes to perfect fits. 

No, 'tis my own will that consumes their minds, 

running their subconscious in graphed calculations

pursuing station of perfect reform. 

I shape the globed lobes of their brains

and reign the points quantity rains

for I have slain the cubed dragon

and collected its spoils beneath my boots.

Thanks to Barbara for this Saturday's inspiration of "living inside Tetris."