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