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