You would have heard it drag its limp along,
Barely ahead of its own shadow
The hobbled pace gave way to
As the music of disappearance disappeared.
If in a book it corresponded to a name, an illustration,
A theory of origin at least we might know
What next. Now it emerges
So stunningly unknown that anything short of
Attack must be irresponsible
Or, in allowing such attacks, irresponsibly patient.
Eclipse Special:: Ben Sher on The Watcher in the Woods (1980) - I was lying on my parents’ bed alone watching TV on a babysitter night. It’s funny how, especially when you’re young, you don’t know when a movie is sudden...
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