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