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.