Beltline Purity Office

Haikus

Sanctifying drift
The system slips far away
But the form is pure

Acceptable bounds
Worshiped like a holy text
While the data burns

Greybelt sweeps the line
Checking margins, blind to rot
Margin looks so good

The baseline remains
Untethered from the truth now
Perfectly observed

Purity rituals
Observed in the variance
Nothing works at all