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