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