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Your words are like the poems of Nations
Like the million voices of Alderaan
suddenly crying out in terror

Your words eclipse mine
Like a Death Star looming over the moon of Endor

Mine circumscribe a walk down the road for takeaway coffee
A trip to Hamilton to drop something off
X-wing flight formations
the shape of popcorn kernels
The length of time involved in mustering the courage to kiss

Yours plot paths around tyrants
the routes of aid shipments into war zones
ethical boundaries around educational policy
the shape of potential Armageddon events
they generate data for political infographics

And this is only one poem
about one person’s feelings towards you
(I bet you don’t even like Star Wars)