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