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