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.