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there is a cave where people are enslaved
with manacles around their necks & ankles
& made to sit silent & well-behaved
beholding shadows cast from many angles.
eventually, one prisoner gets free
& sees (in horror!) the machinery
that’s been projecting his experience.
he knows this is his disappearing chance
& climbs out of the pit, gasping for breath,
where, right away, his eyes scream in the sun;
in spite of this, it now seems much like death
to live in that cave (or, at least, less fun).
annoyingly, back underground, he’s blind,
so, laughing, the cavemen pay him no mind.