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