as it is with tares 
that freely tower 

shoulder to shoulder 
with golding crop of wheat 
so, lurks wickedness 

seen but unrecognised 

cloaked in brille shimmer 
of genial, ambient light 

amidst our sun-kiss days 
disquieted togetherness;
spoils any utopian dream*




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