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