Gloss on the Sin of Ixion From Emblems of a Season of Fury by Thomas Merton He saw her, That is, he labored He loved sweet business (Juno was success) He laid eyes always on sweet fat Energetic trade, and diligence Made his world steam Our world too must steam and flame Ours must spin. Effort will break A bank, Work will run (Wheels within Wheels) Monopolies Hell hold her. Hold her fast In a quick cloud Of wrong words or dizzy lunches! Hold fast Ixion! Get famous, Strong! Go hug dear mother profit in the dark, Possess earth, Possess Money! Yet he missed He spilled
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