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