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