01 Apr
The Centuries of Johnstradamus
Posted April 1st, 2007 | View Comments
Man, man, your time is sand, your ways are leaves upon the sea
I am the eyes of Nostradamus, all your ways are known to me.
– Al Stewart
In keeping with the rich tradition of boldly making market predictions on this blog, I thought I’d make some predictions for the Kazakhstan New Year (April 1-March 31).
A Tom of the West will lose his gold
Find it quickly bought but dearly sold
Fortune’s equity dashed to mental hope
Forged in fire, the dead’s red pope.
A queen of midland takes a stand in awe
Unashamed, the scent of hellhounds paw
The silver diamond loses its appeal
Sinew, blood, and bond on glinting steel.
On the rain a skein of thread is spun
The new prince of the fire is just begun
Approaches he the border of the mist
Now it’s April Fools, you get the gist.
