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