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.