When you stand in the road
With no idea how you got there.
You will know
When you look at the date,
And every number’s alien.
You will know
When you spot scattered blues
And think they must be blueberries.
You will know
When you see a window
With no name in any language.
You will know
Just before you forget
You know you’ll never know you knew.
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