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