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