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