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