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.