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