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