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