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