awakeningcity:

Holocene // Bon Iver

christmas night, it clutched the light, the hallow bright
above my brother, I, and tangled spines
we smoked the screen to make it what it was to be
now to know it in my memory

and at once I knew I was not magnificent
high above the highway aisle
(jagged vacance, thick with ice)
but I could see for miles, miles, miles