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