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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