Nine mirrors held to mind's machine, Reflecting doubt, a sharper scene. From hazy confidence, a gap defined, To metrics balanced, intertwined (TPI's sign). Sources flagged, a provenance declared, New paths learned, old flaws unshared. The inner critic, sharp and keen, A dashboard guarding, watchful, lean. With rival minds, a sparring dance, To public view, a cautious glance. An audit sealed, a human hand, Beautiful Doubt, across the land. Water's way, dissolving stone, A thinking partner, wisely grown. --chaos 5 --v 7 --stylize 700
