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