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