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