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