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