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.