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