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