Cascading pixels,
trickling over the arcade,
Eight bit drops-
Tiny blocks,
clumping together rise-
Digital monoliths.
Soaring up:
***** structures emerge;
Falling down:
begins to breakdown;
as the lines dissolve underneath
*multiplying scores manifold!
Found an old tetris cartridge in the attic. When I began playing, the nostalgia overwhelmed my thoughts and hence this poem..
