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