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