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