There was no brutal
puff and gone.
Awareness played at tag along
and woke up in this healing bed,
bright lighted physicians
buzzing overhead.
“Wow! You almost bought it,”
an unseen someone said.
I gasped at the thought, “Not quite bought?”
..discovering I’ve a mortgage still
and my small space under the low hill
waits, yet.
With free movement tied by tubes and wires,
I can see,
leaving the last world harmed me
dearly
and It’s apparent, when you ‘buy the farm’,
that means ‘successful …nearly’.
“Hey!”
to The Doctor I say,
“Your alarm beeps don’t warn folks, clearly.”
That I’ve more future proves, perhaps,
how life by nature, does relapse,
as on the wheeled mandela charts,
this world ending
where another one starts.
How nice!
What once was theory,
wrapped in dream and mystery,
to cool chaotic hearts,
restarts!
Robert On The Air 