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