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