And there you were, sulking in the corner of my mind A drink, a drink to salve old wounds Saying old sooths, with still beating hearts At last down at the center of you And old keys not rescinded out of tired locks Branches of a network never lost Let slip the bittersweet delights, in the corner of my eye A chain, a chain to rattle up old ghosts Poltergeists, with the hands of grandfathers Bitterly turning still and soft And old hills not made for perishing Roots and heaps an