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