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