I plastered all these walls with colornI drank your tears watered with winenContented with this taste of angernRegarding this was minennI tested all in vague proportionsnI drank your tears like they were minenI dared to speak of new horizonsnand blinded both your eyes with minennCan you feel it coming?nCan you feel it go?nAnti Methusalem SyndromennMisled by an angelnI thought I saw the sun bleednUp my throat they crawlnTo turn in little rumoursnnInfinite temptationnFateful, formless, rarenDistant condulationnI know whose words they arennHow dare you speak, or even movenDimorphicly disabled gesturesnProphylactic tendenciesnas bodies need their prostitutionnnMy tongue was bent in all directionsnCircling motion in slight confusionnE-dead spies return in failurenprayer after prayer (just) in case it helpsnnIt's in our kindnIt's on my mindnIt's pure and holynIt's what I've done...done to younnCan you see him running?nCan you see his home?nAnti Methusalem Syndrome