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