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