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.