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