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