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