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