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