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