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