The soul eater

It floats around you
It waits for your gaze to drop
Into it’s dimension
Nothing is the same anymore
You feel with him
Close to him
You know what it wants
You have telepathy with him
His only goal : eat your soul
You look at things : the rounded shapes
Are squared, and the squared shapes are rounded
But everything in finality
Looks round
Circular
Like infinity of Monades
Like in Leibniz’s
You’re soul exploding into them
Each time you look at them,
And serving as a mirror
For your own death.

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