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