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