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