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