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