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