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