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