crossdressed wolves

arqios

as it is with tares

that freely tower

shoulder to shoulder

with the crop of wheat

so lurks wickedness

seen but unrecognised

cloaked in the shimmer

of genial ambient light

in the midst of our days

quite the spoiler to

any utopian dream

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