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