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