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