The 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 (x2) 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