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