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