Wicked Tricks Slipping Glimpsing

What careens on the moon's auric beams this night, the owls flight and windows themselves gaze both ways? The glamour-cast for fog season forebode scintillating dazzle, mist-shrouded in rainbow glow, for when is light more splendid? The twin sisters of Walula shroud themselves in river-down and glimmer, heads held aloft in tumultuous starshine. It's a Walla Walla dance craze requiring the most light-immersive finery. Luminescence is the project, as usual. Time and time again twisting through the Medusa Recordex, ever expanding perspective. One wonders how this message flows backward, or one does not.