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