Another Eurydice

My accustomed guise—
(may guise be truth?):
living in paradise;

retired from life;
trying to refuse lies;
adopting the guise

of never having realized 
I’d be in this fix—
crawling through paradise,

when the starry sky’s
my home. I confess,
my accustomed guise

of swatting flies
without remorse
seems almost like paradise

already. Steady gaze into the eyes
of Beatrice,
as she guides me through the fires
of paradise.