Exact after a minute

Exact after a minute and quarter of my death
I came to know that
I was all of my own. 
All of me WITH all of my own 
All of me BESIDE all of my own. 
Came to know that
I was born in you
from where I was disowned 
by the barricades of your brassier. 

When the death came for me
I embraced my very own shadow 
knowing that I was a devoted beau 
who was keeping all the resplendence 
and addressed himself 
the Pilgrim of your city. 

I came to know your new year wishes 
No delicacy while when the words arise 
I find myself well-arranged 
among the modern prosodies. 

Exact after a minute and quarter of my death
I am writing the proses 
of an unfamiliar spring 
in a familiar winter.