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