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