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