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