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