Here is the ask price on the closed position,history is no inherent acquisitionfor here the Technical Correction upon the act,a merger of truth and in actual facton the spot, on the money – the spread.The dealer lied when the dealer saidthe bull was charging the bear was dead,the market must calculate per capita, not head.And great traders acting in concert, arms riseas the actuals frought on the sea of franchisethrown overboard into the exchange to drownin distressed brokers disconsolate frown.In Accounting liquidity is a mounting morbiditybut raising the arms with such rigid rapidity…Oh the reaping the raping rapacious fluidity.the violence the vicious and vexed volatility.The roaring trade floor rises above crashing waves:the traders buy ships, beneath the slaves.Sway machete back, sway machete againcut back the Sugar Rush, Cain.The whipsaw it’s all and the whip saw it allThe rising market and the cargo fallWho’ll enter “Jerusalem” make the margin call for Abel?Who will kick over the stall and turn the table?Cain gathers cane as gilt-gift to his landBut whose sword of truth shall not sleep in hand?Who shall unlock the stocks and share?Break the bond the bind unbound - lay bareThe Truth. Cash flow runs deep but spirit deeperYou ask Am I my brothers keeper?I answer by nature by spirit by rightful lawsMy name, my brother, Wilberforce.