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