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.