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