RESURGO

For the imperfection of my behaviour

For disability of choosing valid colours

For avoiding the straightest ways

For turning back to the light

I kneel before the shadow of my god

I lay flowers on my tomb

Tandem aliquando

Filius Terrae

Non solum decessi

Sed etiam

Summus Deus incessi

More antiquo est

I pick the flowers up

And put them back to the ground

They wither and sow the seeds