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