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