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