Magic Carpet Ride
Memories of Adana
I Once met a man who needed someone to choose his virtual clothes
A textile factory he had with a wife named 🌹 It seemed like a dream one New Year’s Day
On Windows XP we did play
He showed me his factory with yards & yards of fiber. He said it’s for under the carpet as my eyes got wider! I couldn’t believe how he could work all alone, with enough fabric to carpet many homes. He lived in Adana so far away, like Santa he worked night & day. Gul knew about me as he admired her a lot, she said that he smokes three packs a day, maybe she can help him stop.
I dreamed a dream that showed a different side, in his factory a air balloon he did hide
Weaving the fabric to pave the sky
He was able to make roads for a magic carpet ride . We flew so high in the big big balloon, Sweeping the carpet with fire, dancing on the Moon 🌙!
Sadly, one day I was watching Turkish tv,
There stood my friend on the evening News
Looking quite upset it gave me the blues
Surrounded by his friends I could see their thoughts, his factory burned down , the carpet ride had stopped. Though my egg shaped camera, I have no more, I will always remember my old friend and his textile store..
About the Creator
Ocusan M
I write in a surrealistic style learning new realities as i researched Quantum physics in Quantum Dreaming where the man had a Quantum computer in his home that could see into the future.
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