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  I drew the map of London, on parchment  On the floor of my winter borne attic As I had seen it, as clear as crystal In every one of my dreams, last week Alone in my chapel of the almighty I made up Wisteria, I saw you Waiting in clandestine devotion Wisteria, I saw you I've had enough of this age old yearning I understand why you never answered My shattered pot of ink drowns my ruins I wear my patience like a badge of honor Alone in the haze of my made up faith Wisteria, I saw you In the pink of the morning and deep in the moonlight Wisteria, I thought of you   I can imagine how it must make you feel Chancing upon me on the steps of St. Paul Invisible eyes watching you watch me sleep Through the violent rumble of the storm  I followed the signs you left for me Through the crossing of kings at dawn My family sends out a search party for me Having traded impulse for my soul I sowed all this tension, harvested attachment To a stranger I'd known for so long You look li...