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