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