Silicon Valley Bank is bust,
Iconic neon lit big name bites the dust;
We thought implosion and sudden death,
Happened only to mere mortals!
All banks are a collective fiction,
Dealing in illusory notes;
Money was invented and is sustained,
By Fiat: belief in what is not real!
Nothing has really been lost,
The world looks same as before;
Except a reordering of debt,
Numbers of who owes whom and what!
An edifice built on a belief,
In a commonly held illusion;
At the root of it is money,
Which itself is a work of fiction!
A Massively Multiplayer Game,
Obsessively deranged players,
A world of its own, a Universe,
In which our avatars play;
And then one variable strays,
In ways that were not programmed for;
The whole world comes collapsing down,
On top of the players' heads!
The programmer has lost control,
Once the game starts in earnest;
A million things can and will go wrong,
And no one person holds the reins!
We live in a simulation,
Created by this thing called money;
Nothing has actually been lost,
Except a few players their chips!
And yet the world comes crashing down,
Dreams, desires and reality:
On how much fiction are our lives built!
We live in stories within stories!