Art Of Being Pulled Apart

Spirits near the river by the salamander's home
 Far from the hustle on an alabaster throne
 Heart is in New York, she says I'd hate the city
 I try to make her hate it to just to make her miss me
 Mind is in the cavern anxious that the end is near
 Every turn I take's the darkest place I've been in years
 Body's in the sun, pitted stomach, open arms
 Empty chest, blank stare, It's the art of being pulled apart
 A shell of myself in the nebulous haze
 The beauty is gone and the memories fade
 I'd rather be down then as numb as I've been
 Longing to long for something again Last I recall I was trading I love you's, deep in the woods while naming the mushrooms
 Head with a clear view, right and assertive, body with a bounce that would fight the inertia
 But then it untied, flesh from the mind, heart and soul found it better to divide
 Tried to hang back and weather the goodbyes, but that shit don't heal with the medicine of time
 Stretching thin, spread my limbs slipping with the grip on the tug of war
 Emptyness, full of it, I'm a quarter of the man that I was before
 Damn damn buck up Luc, can't be so detached and severed
 The art in being pulled apart is how we pull it back together
 My homey's on that Mayan, many lives I once was
 And I left that sacred part of me by the Columbia
 Wanted to keep it pure, on a peaceful piece of earth
 Where creatures stir, with no idea when we'll reconvene and merge
 What an awful thing to put it through
 Separate it from the throbbing heart that's posted on a Brooklyn roof,
 Her moving towards a bigger shiny city life of living
 Makes the gap between us seem like twice the distance
 I become a hopeless slave to skittish thought and reason
 Spiral down at the rate of the Fibonacci sequence
 Dome's eerie and blackened with walls of fossils
 Easy to get trapped in the Cask of Amontillado
 Which leads us to the body, now routine and robotic
 That's been breathing in toxins and sipping drinks from the goblet
 Anything to pry a feeling up out of the chasm in my stomach's pit
 But this was all necessary wasn't it
 Absolutely. Now prepare the reassembling
 Calling out to coax the spirit from the evergreens
 Blow a kiss to shorty, say farewell and set us free
 Someday time'll throw its dirty prints on all our memories
 My people's offer perspective to put my fretting head at ease
 Suddenly the energy runs through my extremities
 Everything is everything, the changes let us see
 The art of being pulled apart has forged a better me