The market walks a narrow spread of doubt,
liquidity still clears, but bids grow thin.
Like a trader watching flickering charts,
waiting for a breakout beyond resistance.

Oil futures burn in distant waters,
each barrel marked up by risk premium.
Volatility ticks beneath steady candles,
a hedged storm in leveraged silence.

Capital rotates with cautious intent,
risk-off flows into safe-haven trades.
And in this pause, this priced-in breath,
the world is not breaking, just repricing its books.