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