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