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