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