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