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