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