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.