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