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