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