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~-,,,,,,,, I'M In A Funnel, I'M In One Of Those ,,,,,,,,-~
\~-,,,,,,, Speed Meter Things, I'M Zooming ,,,,,,,-~\
†\~-,,,,,, Through, Never Reaching The End ,,,,,,-~\†
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&*†\~-,,,, 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 ,-~\†*&¶##
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¶&*†\~-,,, 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 ,,,,,,,,,,
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