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