Our only health is the disease
If we obey the dying nurse
Whose constant care is not to please
But to remind us of our, and Adam's curse,
And that, to be restored, our sickness must grow worse.

A cold crab bisque dusted with paprika paired with an aromatic Moselle
Recalling our last lunch celebrating the view you commend the bread
Am I dribbling the bisque is something caught in my teeth is the Riesling too sweet
A beautiful scene scent of wisteria waves washing ashore wonderful food
And you – yet still I am separate divided in space and time and even self.