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.