The water rushed quick through the gates,
while foaming from the mouth,
see molecules in altered states
and oscillating south.
The engineering was spot on,
a ridge to tame and alter
this colourful phenomenon
Poseidon meets Gibraltar.
Shaped with smart physics, built of stone
man-made to please all viewers,
passive we stand, each one a clone
and no one knows the brewer.
The trance comes easy, silence hums
we're drawn into the rages,
and listen to mysterious drums
the voice of distant ages.
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