I Was Not Magnificent

Christmas night, it clutched the light, the hallow bright

Above my brother, I entangled 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)

I could see for miles, miles, miles

.... Holocene, Bon Iver