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