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