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