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