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