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