The love song of X Window System

[marnanel]

I woke up with this in my head. Apologies to T.S. Eliot and everyone else.

Let us go, and stretch our legs
Where my days are rendered X
Like a window serialised into a buffer.
I hear the server singing just the same:
I have measured out my life, frame by frame,
Eight bits per pixel, maybe even rougher.
Ah, do not ask "what is it?"
Let us share it with xzibit.

I think there was more to it in the dream.