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