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