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.