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.