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.