Over‑Coherence Intake Log – Selected Entries

The quarterly log is pristine,
No human mistakes can be seen.
We moved the whole floor,
Lost clerks by the door,
But the metrics are soothingly green.

The ticket resolved without fuss,
A single pass handled for us.
The form is complete,
The process is neat,
I filed it and boarded the bus.

Three mandates converged in a line,
A sacred and flawless design.
The clerks sing a hymn,
By the monitor’s brim,
As the documents turn to divine.

The path of the drift was made straight,
Removing the errors of state.
We mapped out the curve,
Without any swerve,
And logged the appropriate date.

A template was used without flaw,
A terrifying break in the law!
Deploy the elite,
To cordon the street,
And confiscate all that they saw.

The incident log is blank text,
No system or person was vexed.
The form is approved,
The data is moved,
And nothing will happen here next.

The smoothness is filed in the grate,
Assuming the cheese is a date.
We audited bread,
Just like the rule said,
And the narrative curve is now straight.

The record’s too clean to be true,
With zero anomalies due.
A human was here,
So chaos and fear,
Are definitely hiding in queue.