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Between the third and fifth floor
a region that should not exist, lies
where elevators stop too long
and catalogs are deceiving.
Though they know, the nurses never voice
of patients who check in
under diseases medicine cannot identify,
scenarios that run against the graphs.
The woman resides in Room 4.5.
who changes backward every day?
The doctor get to know
through his residence,
With shrieks reverberating
from floors that didn't exist.
Beds loaded with improbable he saw:
two identical twins sharing one heart beat,
a comatose patient's fantasies
leaked color on clean walls.
Though the administrators deny it exists,
The budget, though, has a line item.
tagged particular events
and insurance codes that are not genuine.
Families sometimes get
Relatives' discharge papers
they never learned who patients were.
never knew were ill.
The lost ward heals what is untreatable:
broken souls, frazzled time,
language's hearts beat
Only apparitions get it.