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