There is slmething about it

You leave messages
for me at 3 am
in a night so far away,

I'm dreaming of places
I won't remember,
soul ticking like the clock
turning in on itself,
running out, counting down,

this all happening at once
outside my control
while the snow drifts, melts,
freezes, makes hell,
this all happening to no one
and everyone all the same,
neverending

laughter, sorrow
happiness, regret,

are words
everything is words
torn up, chewed bitterly, spit out,
repackaged, resent

it's easy, see?--

"Nothing
                ever
                        happened--
not
even
this."