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