My skull is my cathedral

Where this matrimort takes place

When I was a girl, she sang for meIn falsetto lullabies with sincerity

I thank her for her integrity

My ancestress′ clock is ticking

Her once vibrant rebellion is fading

I am her hopekeeper

I assure hope is there

At, at all times

My ancestress has left all manners

Her pulsating skin rebelling

The doctors she despised

Placed a pacemaker inside her

When you're out of time

Oh, how you look back changes?

Did you punish us for leaving?

Are you sure we hurt you?

Was it just not living?

She had idiosyncratic sense of rhythm

Dyslexia, the ultimate free form

She invents words and adds syllables

Hand-writing, language all her own

I don′t have that story in my mouth

When you die

You bring with you what you've given

The machine of her breathed all night

While she rested

Revealed her resilience

And then it didn't

You see with your own eyes

But hear with your mother′s

There′s fear of being absorbed

Oh, by the other

By now, we share the same flesh

As much as I tried to escape it

This is no mediocre debris

My ancestress

This is the odour of our final parting

Those have been

The perfumes of separation

For centuries

The perfumes of separation

For centuries

Ancestress

Nature wrote this psalm

It expands this realm

Translucent skin

Let go of a cold palm embalmed