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