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And the Moon is the Only Light We’ll See


Ginger Rogers floats like a butterfly about the web

erupting from a chrysalis spun 

of hype, hope, suspended disbelief.

A ninety-something dancer, dead ages back at 83

Kicking up a torrid salsa with the miracle 

offspring of her childless life.


Dipping into our time

Entwining emotions

Spinning fantasies

Bending back our beliefs to

Embrace illusions more satisfying

Than any reality we can imagine

In the shadow world where

The moon is the only light we'll see.


About this: This describes a fake news video, which you can view here.

 © Philip Knight 2018