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