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