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