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.