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.