The Tetris Effect

How well ordered are the orbiting globes
And our circumventing satellites
Scanning the shadows with their stalwart probes
All through a universe of endless nights
And their reluctance to explain themselves
As something other than unproven gods
Or chest depressing hypnogogic elves
And their sporadically thoracic plods
Upon the threshold consciousness of man
Trying like hell to get the sleep it needs
From Beverly Hills to Afghanistan
Or any place where dreaming intercedes
Between the world of wired switches
And humanity's unconscious riches.