The world now walks a leveraged wire,
Above the flames of oil-fed fire.
Central banks pause, hands near the brake,
While fragile candles rise and shake.

Bond yields climb like restless tides,
As nervous capital shifts and hides.
The Nasdaq dances in borrowed light,
While crude oil storms through the silent night.

Bullish whispers fill the air,
Yet stagflation waits like a patient bear.
And every rally, bright and fast,
Trades cautiously against the past.

For markets bloom, then hedge their fears,
Pricing tomorrow through uncertain years.
And somewhere beneath each green display,
The world still risks a correction day.