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.