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