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