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.