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