Ok This  Is So Weird  For  Me,  Hold  On 
                                          
 I'M In A Funnel,  I'M  In  One  Of Those 
      Speed Meter Things, I'M Zooming     
     Through, Never Reaching The End      
                                          
 And  Now  The Wind Is Consciousness  And 
 The Funnel Is My Body - When I'M  Inside 
 I  Fail  To  See That  I'M  All The Same 
           Thing, We'Re The Same          
                                          
 One  Winter  Day  I  Think  Year  Twenty 
 Eleven Or Maybe  Earlier, Possibly  Much 
 Earlier, I Walked Out Alone On  The Lake 
 Following   A    Fox   Trail,   A   Thin 
 Snow-Covered  Ice,  A  Stupid  Girl, And 
 The  Fox Wraps His Tail Around  Me, It'S 
 Impossibly  Large, And I'M Burrowed,  It 
       Feels Nice, And That'S That