selatenine  
                                      
                                      
                                      
                                      
                                          
 oh, wondrous  little  chemical,  made in 
 the  deepest  pit  of  the  most  sacred 
 intestine of the elusive animal that  is 
 the              silver             fox. 
                                          
 it will  show you  three  faces.  first, 
 the  callsign:  you  will  experience  a 
 faint  urge to  run  through the  woods, 
 and catch phantom  whiffs of wet fur and 
 sour plants. then,  the  fireworks:  the 
 world will  feel like  a great carneval, 
 filled  with  opportunity and  intrigue. 
 paths  will  connect  that maybe  didn't 
 before.  the  world  becomes  vaster and 
                  closer.                 
                                          
 underneath  all  this, the  third  face, 
 which  slowly  twists  you  into  shape.