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