We wait with bated breath
Like worshippers
And faith-blind followers
For the sounds of the opening bell
Ritualistic pre-market psalms
Sacred squawk
Mornings that are communal
If not lonely for the tired trader
We listen to Cramer’s morning liturgy
Sub-text to the volume that flows
We await volume
To be baptized in volatility
As options expire and orders are filled
Blood will spill and greed will build
Fear will blaze as market makers rule the tape
But for now
This is a time for financial prayer
A place where priests and gamblers
Disciples and cult members
Zealots and pilgrims
Come to bend the knee
Soon the bell will toll like scripture
And only then will the coffee go cold next to the keyboard
Traders like soldiers
Will throw themselves into the trenches
And many will die in the blue glow of monitors
To be buried in the candlestick graveyard
Of another failed trade review
That nobody reads
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