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