Dual Certification

The record certified it as rest,
Then as labor still under request.
Both stamps were retained,
So the conflict remained
With its tie neatly pinned to its chest.

SOMA said, “Pause is allowed.”
COMA said, “Keep with the crowd.”
The system, polite,
Filed both answers as right,
And felt procedurally proud.

Two labels that could not agree
Were preserved in the same family tree.
The contradiction held,
With its edges unquelled,
Because choosing would make someone see.

The system recorded the server was dead,
And also recorded it functioned ahead.
The two were aligned,
As officially signed,
And the manual stated that nothing was said.

The clerk stamped it broken, then stamped it as fine,
And tossed the report at the end of the line.
If both were correct,
There was naught to inspect,
And the clerk could go home at a quarter to nine.

The audit confirmed it was empty and full,
With logic that managed a masterful pull.
It proved without doubt,
What the case was about,
Though the answer was practically rendered as null.

The elders decree that the system is whole,
While also confirming a missing console.
The records remain,
In a mystical chain,
To balance the archives’ duality toll.