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