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