Reality died in dreams

 Reality died in dreams. Objects outside of themselves and inside. You were assigned a reality. The feet of the fixed mirrors are broken; already in unstable balance. Tangled loneliness. It overflows the next day with the facts. Life so far from its origin continues; she never said anything, life; neither of herself nor of the other. I looked at the echo; to her lips; towards him you are lonely. I heard him say as he disappeared. In the emptiness of echo of her. In the world of her language. Of tongue and shadow.