The Other Side

There was no final
puff and gone.
Awareness played at tag along
to wake in this articulated bed,
bright lights and physicians
swimming overhead.
“Wow! You almost bought it,”
an unseen someone said.

I gasped in thought, “Not quite bought?”
..to learn a mortgage unpaid still
on my imagined space under the low hill.
With free movement frozen by tubes and wires,
leaving desire’s last world harmed me dearly.
It seems that when you ‘buy the farm’,
it’s only successful …nearly.
“Hey!” to The Doctor I say,
“Your alarm is beeping clearly.”