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