Other oldsters in the room, close to being dead,
I wait for the results of a clinical test,
Stuck with a catheter, hoping for the best...
How can it be that a place of healing
At the same time spurs such a torpid feeling,
A paradox-hotel of pain and ills --
And a stone-sexy nurse who delivers pills,
Which send me off to a happier place
Where despair disappears, without a trace,
Into a mind-maze only dreams can make,
Until the cold-hard moment when I awake.
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