I disclosed everything.
Transparency was the rule.
But I disclosed EVERYTHING,
except what mattered,
and what made me whole.
Worldly evidence was scattered
in browser histories and carefully cleared cache;
in unfilled dreams and non-compliant prayers.
Emotions failed the substance test.
They tested ethics,
that heart approved but mind disclaimed;
they reviewed goodwill
with weakening waned.
Regrets reclassified as deferred assets,
the useful life beyond work, uncertain;
Your disclosures are not sufficient, said they.
The human almost whispered:
your understanding may be incomplete;
some truths don’t reconcile that way
For a moment, the eyes met,
The system crashed
The forces of love and logic
Unable to settle
In the audit of humanity.
The AI wasn’t intelligent
To spot exceptions.
It never was.
The auditors with the algorithm
continued to live
under mutual suspicion.
The blinkers of match
Debits, credits, assets, liabilities
Were too perfect to accept.
Somewhere in the footnotes,
the human accrued interest
on unrecorded dreams.
Found joy hiding
under miscellaneous income,
with patience gently growing
in long-term assets.
The algorithms checked numbers again,
But blinked, uncertain this time;
they had a learning, at last
what books could never teach.
Some things cannot ever balance
Because they go far beyond worldly reach.
Love always appreciates,
and kindness compounds.
Hope still goes far in value,
when darkness rebounds
For once, the System smiled,
with balance sheets at peace.
It let the records show
being human still had its lease.
Despite profit none, nor loss,
the heart levies equilibrium
behind all the gloss.
The ultimate truths remain;
the richest balance sheet
record no unnecessary due.
And in those quiet margins,
the numbers love back too.
The Auditor of the world
was wise enough to see
that the faults were ordinary
And that’s how He knew,
The book was genuine.
and signed:
‘Most authentic as can be.’
