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