Discovering the Business Cycle

This poem is dedicated to Martin Armstrong, "The Forecaster".

Some of us look at the sky
And wonder
Yet nothing ever settles for us
We know not.

But then there is Armstrong
Not to wonder for long
An innovator
With an answer.

He built it 
He named it
He brought it to life -

“Socrates" - 

The economic confidence model
The geometry of time
Into the past, here and now, prophetical
War, money, currency, stocks, politics, the beat of the sun
A tracker of anything divisible by weeks, and years, and decades, and centuries.

To laugh at the end game
Is to know there is no end
That things continue up and down
In a frenzy and in a laid back manner
In building up and in devastating ruin,
For man.

So what is the destiny of men then?
Armstrong knows
It’s not so new
Sometimes it’s even courageous
Else it’s endless moaning
It’s history bubbling up again
Consequences.

Maybe with this business cycle
And “Socrates"
We will learn to learn
And light a flame one day
In Armstrong’s honor
And play the game
Of the business cycle -
His discovery
With an understanding of the plight of men
And a love for the governed
And a respect for the coin.