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