Superstitious Metaphysics
poem video by Paul Mezei<br />Superstitious Metaphysics<br /><br />The night broke to ten pieces.<br />Like mirror felt down in front of me.<br />In the depth of mirror,there was death,<br />and I waited the death,only.<br /><br />I waited for death but didn't come.<br />I cradled myself silently<br />between the sharp waves of the space.<br />And my right hand became frosty.