KETAMINE, KET, "HORSE TRANQUILIZER"    
                                          
                                        
  
                                        
                                          
 STILL UNKNOWN TO ME,  OTHER THAN THROUGH 
   DREAMS*. APPARENTLY MADE FOR MAKING    
 HOLES. THEY MAY BE DARK AND  MONOCHROME. 
              THEY MAY NOT.               
                                          
 WHITE  POWDER,  DOSED  BY  WAY  OF  KEY? 
                                          
                                        
  
                                        
                                          
 *A  RED  CYLINDER,  WIDE  AS  A  FINGER. 
      GLOSSY FRECKLED CERAMICS, WITH      
      SOMETHING ORGANIC INSIDE, BEING     
 CORRUPTED BEFORE YOUR EYES - TURNING  TO 
 ASH, BUT THERE'S NO  FLAME.  YOU HOLD IT 
 UP TO  YOUR  NOSE, SUCK  IT  IN  WITH  A 
 SHARP  INHALE.  EXIT   TO  THE  BALCONY. 
                                          
 HERE ON  THE FIFTH FLOOR,  WITH  A  VIEW 
 OVER  THE   PARKING  LOT,  THINGS  START 
      FOLDING INTO EACH OTHER, LIKE       
  COLLAPSING A CARDBOARD BOX. DIMENSIONS  
    BECOMING FLAT AND ADJACENT. PRESSED   
 INTO  EACH OTHER. CREASES ARE  FLATTENED 
 OUT,  DISTANCES DISAPPEAR, THE WORLD  IS 
 MANGLED  DOWN  TO  TWO  DIMENSIONS.  AND 
 SUDDENLY  LIGHT  FALLS  ON  THE EDGE  OF 
 EVERYTHING RATHER  THAN THE SURFACE:  IT 
        ALL GOES COMPLETELY DARK.