Low-Confidence Object LC-04 Soft Green Seal

No directive has published its scope.
No canonical meaning to cope
With. The seal just appears
Wherever it clears
The dashboard with green-colored hope.

“The continuity reassurance mark.”
“The quiet interval’s ark.”
“The seal that means this
Part is fine.” In the mist
Of guidance, it left its own mark.

SOMA: care was noticed here.
COMA: continuity’s clear.
C.U.N.T.I.E.R. graphs
Its healthy-looking laughs
As segment boundary. All unclear.

Rest was allowed. Uptime unbroken.
Care was measured. Unspoken
Reconciliation—
All three claim the station
Of one small green emblem’s token.

The seal was easier to place
Than the care was to embrace.
Charts filled with green
That nobody had seen
From experience—only from space.

Some apply it by template pure:
If the report renders, secure
The seal on the print.
Others give a hint
Of “good enough.” Both endure.

“Do not withhold the seal
Due to unfiled discomfort you feel.
Escalate to SOMA.”
The green’s aroma
Stays. Feelings go through the appeal.

When reviewing dashboards past:
Assume LC-04 was cast
By no one arguing
Successfully—nothing
Was settled. The green held fast.

No deprecation’s proposed.
The Classification Panel’s posed:
Ambiguity aids.
The seal’s escapades
Are structurally helpful. Unopposed.

Attaching the seal: completion step.
Removing it: no protocol kept.
No condition named
When it gets reclaimed.
The green stays wherever it’s crept.