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