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