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