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.