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