After six hours of listening without a break,
And a quick trip to get a salad,
That turned out to have an allergen,
I headed back to my room, completely and utterly enervated.
But on the way . . . a light show,
With fountains shooting and splashing,
A performance reliant on
Gravity, pressure, color, pause.
I sat, content for the
Grace administered.
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