Casteless

I heard you dreaming in the night.
It seems you’re plagued by many fears —
The casteless days, the unranked years:
The careless word that scars you with its bite.

I heard you murmuring at dawn,
And calling for another man —
As often: “done” before “began” —
The night and what I hoped for, both

Now

Gone

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