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