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