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