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