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