I almost heard it, when this ear
in the middle of nearly everything
became suddenly deaf.
It was a revelation:
you’ll come, when it will be too late,
as I came when it was too late,
as all comes when it is too late,
as always comes,
as revelation usually does.
So, tired as I am, I keep it still:
it’s still a little too early to be late,
it’s being eventide.