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