Chewing On Shadows

As I have not trusted, I have not hoped
 In the bleak alleyways
 And the secondhand streets
 Where misery waits
 At the turn of your hand
 As I have not believed
 So I have not seen
 The uselessness, the pettiness
 And in by the clouds are the sun and the stars
 By the walls and the rain
 I shall not come to you for tea
 As you may come back home with me
 Not believing and not seeing the facts
 Yapping into our face
 Alternate fire, alternate smoke
 I shall not wake at seven or eight
 As all the hours are now too late
 With the lead weights motionless
 I spy with my little eye
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 You and I, my love, you and I
 With our backs to each other
 Chewing on shadows, dissecting the lights
 That their brightness might be classified
 And then emasculated
 And finally killed