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