KETAMINE, KET, "HORSE TRANQUILIZER"    
                                          
                                        
  
                                        
                                          
 STILL UNKNOWN  TO ME, OTHER THAN THROUGH 
    DREAMS*. APPARENTLY MADE FOR MAKING   
 HOLES.  THEY MAY BE DARK AND MONOCHROME. 
               THEY MAY NOT.              
                                          
 WHITE  POWDER,  DOSED  BY  WAY  OF  KEY? 
                                          
                                        
  
                                        
                                          
 *A  RED  CYLINDER,  WIDE  AS  A  FINGER. 
      GLOSSY FRECKLED CERAMICS, WITH      
      SOMETHING ORGANIC INSIDE, BEING     
 CORRUPTED  BEFORE YOUR EYES - TURNING TO 
 ASH, BUT THERE'S NO FLAME. YOU  HOLD  IT 
 UP  TO  YOUR NOSE,  SUCK  IT IN  WITH  A 
 SHARP   INHALE.  EXIT  TO  THE  BALCONY. 
                                          
 HERE ON THE  FIFTH  FLOOR,  WITH A  VIEW 
 OVER  THE  PARKING   LOT,  THINGS  START 
      FOLDING INTO EACH OTHER, LIKE       
  COLLAPSING A CARDBOARD BOX. DIMENSIONS  
    BECOMING FLAT AND ADJACENT. PRESSED   
 INTO EACH OTHER.  CREASES  ARE FLATTENED 
 OUT,  DISTANCES DISAPPEAR,  THE WORLD IS 
 MANGLED  DOWN  TO  TWO  DIMENSIONS.  AND 
 SUDDENLY  LIGHT FALLS  ON  THE  EDGE  OF 
 EVERYTHING  RATHER THAN THE SURFACE:  IT 
        ALL GOES COMPLETELY DARK.