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