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