In the dream, I was trying to be so efficient.
Achieve top marks in all areas: Wealth, wine, women,
even be more perfect than any religion or 'God'.
I would recycle keyboard input.
I found a way where by coaxing some of the wires
on the motherboard, common editing software
could be induced to reproduce characters
from works of old.
You didn't have to spend the energy to press any buttons.
I recycled my habits, then recycled my water supply,
in a very literal and bodily manner.
Cos I was living on a fucking island, you see
where the illustrator forgot to add the surrounding ocean.
Woke up musing about a man who was so efficient he even recycles memories.
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