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