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