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