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