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