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