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