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