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