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