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