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