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