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And a flame from the garden
which captures the essence of light out the sun,
And here in the cages of light caught in Wonderland,
then I have known
I am of light,
light from the cages and light out the sun.
I seek freedom,
freedom to color the light as I choose,
And I say now...
On our gaze through the pages
of pictures of Wonderland, our garden hell,
People are acting so reticent,
and I should capture this, should I have will.
As being alone,
a figure of filament that I remain
Being so high-wide-eyed awake,
and turning through light that I choose.
I am of Light, and I am of Shame, and I could be the one to catch the Flame...