Superstitious Metaphysics

poem video by Paul Mezei
Superstitious Metaphysics

The night broke to ten pieces.
Like mirror felt down in front of me.
In the depth of mirror,there was death,
and I waited the death,only.

I waited for death but didn't come.
I cradled myself silently
between the sharp waves of the space.
And my right hand became frosty.