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