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