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