Mime

In black, in white, plain and simple
lips sealed, hands up
a finger through my dimple
a box without borders
too close for comfort
within the walls that refuse to budge

Drudge in robotic movement
sadness without improvement
the frown lining disposition
the glass walls that pose imposition
I find escape through time
finding ways back in through the buttons of rewind

Leaping through misunderstandings
until rotated full circle in captivity
my silence my longevity
in my words of brevity

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