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