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