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