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