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