Lego Star Wars Poetry

"That's it, bitches,"
the little plastic man moves purposefully
across the landscape of figures
aliens and robots do battle
machines versus organics clash
showering sparks and limbs across a
pixelated wonderland
Music swells
action intensifies
Luminous being are we
Not this crude matter
Blocks arrange and rearrange
Obstacles become assets
with the wave of a tiny yellow hand
Two always, there are -
A master and an apprentice
So it is with us.
You're the Obi-Wan to my Qui-Gon, baby.
Let's do this thing.