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.