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.