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