Trickster Treats for the Casual Time Traveler

What spirits do we invoke this night-in-day? It's a wild scene up Walla way.

Owl cries in cedar by the back door.
Stillness listens, a taut web.

Dateline Many Waters: Dance-hex-plosion Intergalactic Something-or-other

Once again the stolid folks of Walla are being vexed by a hex of dance-tastic proportions. Law enforcement is on the scene. Developing.

Gravity

It's All The Way to Phoenix

Trusting the burn that is starlight.
Mojave, Mojave, in Rainbow shades,
Tearing light out of dark-- Reverse.

Gyre, the Baile Fantastic in Scarlet

Circling back to Vega, lighting the Morning Star-- Fantastic.
What creatures of place are these who offer their solitary vigilance,
watchers, they, in the nightshade? Attending, las almas, we the beacon.

What Dreams Be These?

We dance an odd jig in the electronic jungle. This dragon has tidings, as sometimes they do. Who are you? This, Lulu, would appear to be the main question to which the answer is, ultimately, you. The mirror is what one awakens to at a certain moment. Craft a potent myth, and the paths will come alive  in their own seething perfection.