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