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