They speak often of 
the new "perimeter of the bubble."

Arcane maths and human structures are 
created to prop up the imagination and 
some engine long forgotten 
- called hope - 
lives beneath the interest rates and term sheets...
(We still dream of the stars and sea.)

There is an ironic and illogical splitting 
of value - not unlike 
the soft effervescent bubbles 
emerging in frothy frenzy in 
a champagne flute
Racing at once to spill their pressure into 
the receptive and dry 
atmosphere.
(Even so - still or sparkling - the wine must be good.) 

They speak of the big pops and 
IPO - with POS's in CRM's - and it is at times 
just a list of - too many acronyms. 

Intentionally aloof from 
the human experience. 
We can hunger here 
in the desert for rain and seek respite with 
ozone as perfume for the hungry and thirsty trees. 

They say this is the new era of gold and 
to crest at the frothy waves of the bubbles 
makes it feel even further 
from the stars and the sea... 

Quietly - the clouds collect and 
sigh - 
awaiting the rainy season. 

- Meg Mude
October 5, 2014