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