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