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