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