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