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