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