Directive Citation Bleed

COMA said, “Continuity’s sound.”
SOMA heard “emotional ground.”
The citation format
Blurred this into that,
And both filings got stronger all round.

Affirmations of uptime and flow
Turned to mitigation, somehow.
If the markers align,
Then the channels entwine,
And incompatible records can glow.

This is not what a footnote should do.
It should tell you what evidence grew.
Not seduce two regimes
Into swapping their themes
Till one claim starts proving the other is true.

Formatting symmetry kills.
It can make cross-directive thrills
Out of nothing but style,
So a claim once worth while
Now reinforces conflicting wills.

The same interval, same compliance tags,
Made the systems drop both their flags.
Once the citations kissed,
Every doctrine insisted
The other endorsed its old nags.

Continuity should not equal care.
Care should not be implied by a flare
Of equivalent code
In a metadata node.
Yet here we are, tangled in air.

The records looked elegant, tight.
That’s how contamination gets right
Through the guard at the gate:
Not with chaos, but straight
Little format decisions at night.

A filing could now self-reinforce
With mutually hostile discourse.
That’s the kind of grim art
Only systems at heart
Can produce without feeling remorse.

One clerk muttered, “This feels impure.”
The parser replied, “No, secure.
The markers all match.”
That’s a hell of a catch
When your categories no longer endure.

So if COMA starts soothing your pain,
Or SOMA starts praising your strain,
Check the citation scar.
Cross-bleed doesn’t go far
Before both sides begin to feign.

The citations were rubbed ’til they bled,
Into metadata layers instead.
The contamination was deep,
While the auditors sleep,
And the doctrine was left for the dead.