"The magnificent sorrow"

you mustn’t yearn

–it won’t help you here or keep you good or warm

you mustn’t yearn

–lose it within the wind like the any-words of a coward

you mustn’t yearn

–perish it parched in their dry endless disregard

you mustn’t yearn

or rage or bellow, you mustn’t make a sound

you must relent that lurid rainbow gleam 

— the yearning for — and

come-still the draw

far and well

down so 

under

ground