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