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