Like lab rats racing
we are on the treadmill
of history, forever chasing
the illusion of progress,
from Guernica to Barcelona.
Like lab rats racing
we are on the treadmill
of history, forever chasing
the illusion of progress,
from Guernica to Barcelona.
Firstly, they cascade clear, cool, water
down carved stone stairways while
splashing spouts soar through falling
fountains, mist becomes mesmerising.
Then, they shine bright lights through
endless drops of water rising, falling,
colours chasing each other, dazzling
the eye, spectrum becomes surreal.
Finally, they add music, pouring perfect
notes through water, through light,
liquid notes creating a crescendo
of
colourful
cataracts.