A White Costume

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All dressed in white I reached my palms out

To the frozen metal in front of me

I feel the wrought iron and knotted steel

Sterilized barbed wire

This is not my first experience in a cage

I have been here before

It was fashioned differently…with facades of tile and glass

Light and Sound

People

I lived in a solitary vice

Held in one room by a box that was heralded as one of the greatest scientific inventions of a century 

Meant to be controlled

Yet no more controllable than my confusion

I am groping in the dark

For the bars

            The box

                        The light

I am wearing white but you cannot see me

You cannot hear me

I, the defendant remain blind, dumb, and mute

It was the box

It was the cage

Outfitted in a laundered piece of cloth that was pulled by the wind and smoothed in the sand

I am wearing white 

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