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