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