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