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