Reformation La Dispute

Reformation

From the light above fell ribbons downward
Where against curved wood your back ached despite its age
And you knew again from that you piled the pillows too high, or else bent too high yourself
When at last, lying down, you wrapped your narrow arm around her waist to fall asleep at night, and did
Uncomfortably by choice
The way in youth you traded real worlds for lucid dreaming ones
Lying on your back where normally you never would
And you drift into them still, now but by accident, ending up here, church

Watching ribbons from the apse fall like alighting archangels
Staring white felt dovеs down above the preachеr’s stage
Handmade advent banners before ceremonies (of/with) blood
Hearing the flick of rice-paper print
The creak of old pews, the voices of your elders saying
“Peace be with you, peace be with you”
In faded Dutch accents, the feeling of their strong hands

It was here you learned your future could not change
It was here you learned that life and death before you share one long hallway
Toward a door that you must walk through in the end
So you can’t know where it leads or chose
And it makes you feel whole in some strange way
To see the past you’ve lost take shape like that, even in dreams
And it makes you feel terrified too, watching the door