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