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