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.