The cave, their stage, their plight (Patreon)

In the depths of the cave,

A human form is laid,

Resting in a pool of shade,

Bound by red straps.

Suspended, they hang so high,

Amidst the earth and stone,

The ropes and wires defy,

This tableau of artistry.

In this suspended state,

A human form takes flight,

The cave, their stage, their plight,

Yet still in beauty and sight.

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