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