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