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