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